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THE SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST 

by Ragnar Redbeard, LL.D. 

(University of C.) 
Reprint of the 1910 edition, London 



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Table of Contents 




Editor's Note x 

PREFACE — Commentary by Katja Lane 

Preview xiii 

POEMS & PIECES — Logic of To-day. AH else is error. 

Chapter l i 

INTRODUCTORY — The living forces of Evil are to be found 
in the Moral Ideal of To-day. 



Chapter « 



15 



ICONOCLASTIC — Christian ethics impeached. Jesus, the true 
Prince of Evil — Mephistopheles of the world, King of Slaves. 



Chapter m 



39 



THE SPINNING Of 7 THE WEB — The Ship of State, a pirate ship. 
"All men created equal" is the strident doctrine of the maniac. 



Chapter Ib 



77 



MAN THE CARNIVORE — The Ideal Animal, a destructive 
warrior— not a crucified carpenter. "Moral Principles" are 
slave regulations. 



Chapter o 



109 



THE CHIEF END OF MANHOOD-MATERIAL SUCCESS — Self- 
preservation, the First Law of Nature. Hell takes the Defeated 
Ones — the Failures. 



Chapter U 



151 



LOVE AND WOMEN AND WAR — Female animals love the 
best fighting males. Sexual selection and the necessity of 
unmerciful conflict. 



Editor's Note 




A title like Might Is Right almost precludes the necessity 
of an introduction, since all history, natural law and common sense 
declare its truth. 

The "author" of this epic manifesto remains an enigmatic 
issue. As most of history is merely "the propaganda of the Victor,' 1 
we shall never be certain of many details. Due to the nature of 
Might Is Right and the brutal truth of its dynamic 
pronunciamentos, it has never before been published with the 
critical eye of a major publishing house. It appears that the raw text 
(of the original with additions) has been meticulously preserved in 
a near unadulterated form. 

14 Word Press is honored to present here, for Wotansvolk 
world-wide, this exclusive Millennial Edition. For the first time 
since its original release a century ago, Might Is Right has now 
been published with particular and much-deserved scrutiny to 
detail, leaving the 1910 text nearly unaltered. 

Having had the task and privilege of editing this powerful 
piece, the arcane evidence of authorship in the work itself became 
quite apparent. Ragnar Redbeard indeed ranks with Nietzsche-if 
he himself was not the initial author-as an intelligent and erudite 
thinker and writer. 

Many believe that Jack London was Ragnar Redbeard. 
Nevertheless, the literary styles reveal unequivocally that Might Is 
Right had at least two distinct authors. The original, "Redbeard," 
wrote in a clean, technical style, consistent and methodical. In fact 
it is very possibly the product of a skilled translator who retained 
many of the upper-case nouns and punctuation typical of the 
German language; the entire text is laced with numerous foreign 
phrases and translations. ^ 

However, interspersed throughout this treatise are 
sentences, often whole paragraphs, of passionate commentary 
expounding upon and contrasted to the near clinical approach of 



Ragnar Redbeard. It seems convincingly clear that these 
complimentary addenda were authored by Jack London, a brilliant, 
creative talent, naturalist, lucid visionary and exceptional 
philosopher with an incandescent imagination. 

Solely on a grammatical basis this is an airtight conclusion. 
London, a purely artistic genius, had no regard for standard 
punctuation or sentence structure. His personal writing style was 
as idiosyncratic as his trademark passion was pronounced. The 
poorly punctuated, verbose, adjectival out-pourings of abundant 
vocabulary and run-on sentences are unmistakably London. Aside 
from Londonesque writing style and philosophy, the fact that 
some claim to have seen portions of the Might is Right manuscript 
in London's own hand lends credence to this theory. 

A careful reader will instinctively sense the temperamental 
roller-coaster created by the blend of these markedly distinct 
writers, as the cultural references swing back-and-forth between 
European and American orthography, colloquialisms, syntax and 
historical perspectives. And just as Jack London was infectiously 
enticed, it is assured that the reader will have his own personal, 
emotional and eloquent reaction to the illuminisms apotheosized 
herein. 

Regardless of the true identity of the authors, truth is 
indisputable; truth is its own author. 

Some have criticized this iconoclastic masterpiece for 
"advocating anarchy." The fact that we might perceive the ruthless 
cruelty of Nature as chaos does not change our reality: Man and all 
his laws are subject to the mercilessly indomitable Laws of Nature. 
Our racial survival depends on Aryan man rediscovering his 
Nature-ordained manhood. He must choose between cowardice and 
courage, between comfort and freedom, between extinction and a 
future for White children. There is no compromise. 
Victory sanctifies. Nature rules. 



IKatja J& 

20 May 1999 



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As an editor and publisher with 14 WORD PRESS, Katja (Mrs. David Lane) 
supports her husband's political struggle and distributes his writings. Mr. Lane is a 
political prisoner serving 190 years in the United States Federal Penitentiary for alleged 
"civil rights violations." The daughter of an MIA pilot in Vietnam, Katja has spent over 
30 years "seeking truth where tyrants would deny it." 



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THE LOGIC OF TO-DAY 

"Dnjerior organisms succumb and perish or arc enslaved. Superior organisms 
survive, propagate, and possess." —Darwin. 

"i^/T,ll men are created equal" — is an infernal Lie. 

"DSlot by speechifying and majority votes can the great questions oj r Lo~ r Day 
be settled . . . but by iron and by blood." —Bismarck. 




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PAX VOBISCUM 

Fill high your vaults with booty, 

Bid evolution cease, 
And chant Belzchazzar's anthem - 

"O, Baal preserve the peace. 




MIGHT IS RIGHT 



THE LOGIC OF TO-DAY 

Might was right when Caesar bled 

upon the stones of Rome, 
Might was right when Joshua led 

his hordes o'er Jordan's foam, 
And Might was right when German troops 

poured down through Paris gay; 
It's the Gospel of the Ancient World 

and the Logic of To-Day. 



Behind all Kings and Presidents — 

all Government and Law, 
Are army-corps and cannoneers — 

to hold the world in awe. 
And sword-strong races own the earth 

and ride the Conqueror's Car— 
And Liberty has ne'er been won, 

except by deeds of war. 

What are the lords of hoarded gold — 

the silent Semite rings? 
What are the plunder-patriots — 

high-pontiffs, priests and kings 
What are they but bold master-minds, 

best fitted for the fray 
Who comprehend and vanquish by — 

the Logic of To-Day. 



Cain's knotted club is scepter still — 

the "Rights of Man" is fraud; 
Christ's Ethics are for creeping things — 

true manhood smiles at "God." 
For Might is Right when empires sick 

in storms of steel and flame; 



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And it is right when weakling breeds — 

are hunted down like game. 



Then what's the use of dreaming dreams — 

that "each shall get his own" 
By forceless votes of meek-eyed thralls, 

who blindly sweat and moan? 
No! a curse is on their cankered brains — 

their very bones decay; 
Go! trace your fate in the Iron Game, 

is the Logic of To-Day. 



The Strong must ever rule the Weak, 

is grim Primordial Law — 
On earth's broad racial threshing floor, 

the Meek are beaten straw — 
Then ride to Power o'er foemen's neck 

let nothing bar your way; 
If you are fit you'll rule and reign, 

is the Logic of To-Day. 



You must prove your Right by deeds of Might — 

of splendour and renown. 
If need-be march through flames of hell, 

to dash opponents down. 
If need-be die on scaffold high — 

in the mornings misty gray 
For "Liberty or Death" is still 

the Logic of To-Day. 



Might was Right when Gideon led, 

the "chosen" tribes of old, 
And it was right when Titus burnt, 



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their Temple roofed with gold; 
And Might was Right from Bunkers Hill, 

to far Manila Bay, 
By land and flood it's wrote in blood — 

the Gospel of To-Day. 



"Put not your trust in princes" 

is a saying old and true, 
"Put not your hope in Governments" 

translated! it anew. 
All 'Books of Law' and 'Golden Rules' 

are fashioned to betray 
'The Survival of the Strongest' 

is the Gospel of To-Day. 



Might was Right when Carthage flames 

lit up the Punic foam — 
And — when the naked steel of Gaul 

weighed down the spoil of Rome; 
And Might was Right when Richmond fell — 

and at Thermopalye — 
It's the Logic of the Ancient World — 

and the Gospel of To-Day. 



OPPORTUNITIES 

A man's opportunities are never exhausted so long as other 
men (who are not his friends) possess millions of acres and 
thousands of tons of gold. 

The guarded treasure halls and iron-clad temples of modern 
kings and presidents, high priests and millionaires, are positively 
the richest the world has even known. 

Bulging are they with the vast hoards of silver and 
diamonds and gold. 

Here, then, is opportunity on a colossal scale. Here is the 
goal of Ciesars, Nebuchadnezzars and Napoleons in the days that 
are coming. 

All is ready and prepared for them, even as in olden times. 
Caesar carried off the treasures of Egypt, Greece, Gaul and Rome. 
Napoleon looted the money vaults of Venice, Vienna, Madrid, 
Berlin and Moscow. London only escaped him. 

Nebuchadnezzar plundered the Temple of Zion, where the 
Jews kept all their deposits and drank his beer and wine out of 
Jehovah's pots of gold. 

Napoleon, Caesar, Nebuchadnezzar! There were three great 
men, were they not? And in this their greatness consisted — they 
seized their opportunities. 



Where pendant suns in millions swing, 

around this whirling earth, 
It's Might, it's Force that holds the brakes, 

and steers through life and death; 
Force governs all organic life, 

inspires Right and Wrong. 
It's Natures plan to weed-out man, 

and test who are the Strong. 




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THE HIGHER LAW 

From Sandy Hook to London tower 
From Jaffa to Japan , 
They can take who have the power 
They may keep who can. 

This is the law of Heaven ad Hell 
Stupendous and divine 
The highest, holiest law of all 
That governs "mine and thine." 

The law it is of Sun and Star, 
Of President and Pope- 
It is "the prisoner at the bar" 
The gallows and the rope. 

It is the lawyer and his fee; 
The shearer and his sheep — 
The eagle soaring swift and free; 
The Dreadnaught on the deep. 

It is the Bond; it is the Loan — 
The profit and the loss — 
The usurer on his Bullion Throne — 
The Idol of the Cross. 



From Sandy Hook to London tower, 
From Greenland to Japan — 
They will take who have the Power 
And they may keep who can. 

— Redbeard's Review 




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It is the Goth; it is the Hun — 
The tyrant and his prey, 
And flame and saber, club and gun; 
0, taxes that we pay! 

It is the law of all the climes, 
And all the things to be; 
And all the bold tremendous times 
That you and I shall see. 



THE VICTOR GETS THE GOLD 

Virtue is rewarded in this world, remember. Natural law 
makes no false judgments. Its decisions are true and just, even 
when dreadful. The victor gets the gold and the land every time. He, 
also, gets the fairest maidens, the glory tributes. And — why should 
it be otherwise? Why should the delights of life go to failures and 
cowards? Why should the spoils of battle belong to the unwarlike? 
That would be insanity, utterly unnatural and immoral. 



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ALL ELSE IS ERROR 

The natural world is a world of war; the natural man is a 
warrior; the natural law is tooth and claw. All else is error. A 
condition of combat everywhere exists. We are born into perpetual 
conflict. It is our inheritance, even as it was the heritage of previous 
generations. This 'condition of combat' may be disguised with the 
holy phrases of St. Francis, or the soft deceitful doctrines of a 
Kropotkin or Tolstoi, but it cannot be eventually evaded by any 
human being or any tribe of human beings. It is there and it stays 
there, and each man (whether he will or not) has to reckon with it. 
It rules all things; it governs all things; it reigns over all things and 
it decides all who imagine policemanized populations, 
internationally regulated tranquillity, and State organized 
industrialism so joyful, blessed and divine. 

Behold the crucifix, what does it symbolize? Pallid 
incompetence hanging on a tree. 

Lo, I hear the fighters coming 
Over hill and dale and plain. 
With battle cry of ages 
In a Rebel world again. 

Who'd forge their swords to plow-shares. 
Shall sweat in bitter yokes. 
The free-born race and fearless 
Must deal out battle strokes. 



In the wars of the Great Caesar, and Grim Hannibal, in the 
times of Belzchazzar, the Pharaohs and all; the days of Rienzi and 
Roland the Bold; all banners were waving for women and gold. 

It is might against might, remember, by land and sea, man 
against man, money against money, brains against brains, and — 
everything to the winner. 



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NTRODUCTORY 




Chapter I 



In this arid wilderness of steel and stone I raise up my voice 
that you may hear. 

To the East and to the West I beckon. To the North and to 
the South I show a sign — 

Proclaiming, "Death to the weakling, wealth to the strong." 

Open your eyes that you may hear, O! men of mildewed 
minds and listen to me, ye laborious millions! 

For I stand forth to challenge the wisdom of the world; to 
interrogate the "laws" of man and of "God." 

I request reasons for your Golden Rule and ask the why and 
wherefore of your ten Commands. 

Before none of your printed idols do I bend in acquiescence 
and he who saith "thou shalt" to me is my mortal foe. 

I demand proof over all things, and accept (with 
reservations) even that which is true. 

I dip my forefinger in the watery blood of your impotent 
mad-redeemer (your Divine Democrat— your Hebrew Madman) 
and write over his thorn-torn brow, "The true Prince of Evil — the 
King of the Slaves!" 

No hoary falsehood shall be a truth to me — no cult or 
dogma shall encamp my pen. 

I break away from all conventions. Alone, untrammelled. I 




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raise up in stern invasion the standard of Strong. 

I gaze into the glassy eye of your fearsome Jehovah, and 
pluck him by the beard — I uplift a broad-axe and split open his 
worm-eaten skull. 

I blast out the ghastly contents of philosophic whited 
sepulchres and laugh with sardonic wrath. 

Then reaching up the festering and varnished facades of 
your haughtiest moral dogmas, I write thereon in letters of blazing 
scorn: — "Lo and behold, all this is fraud!" 

I deny all things! I question all things! 
And yet! And yet! — 

— Gather around me O! ye death-defiant and the earth itself 
shall be thine, to have and to hold. 

What is your 'civilization and progress' if its only outcome 
is hysteria and downgoing? 

What is 'government and law' if their ripened harvests are 
men without sap? 

What are 'religions and literatures' if their grandest 
productions are hordes of faithful slaves? 

What is 'evolution and culture' if their dead-sea-fruit is a 
caitiff race, with rotteness in its bones. 



How is it that 'men of light and leading' hardly ever call in 
question the manufactured 'moral codes,' under which our once 
vigorous Northern race is slowly and surely eating out its heart in 
peaceful inaction and laborious dry-rot? 

Standard 'moral principles' are arbitrarily assumed by their 
orthodox apologist to be a fixed and unalterable quantity, and that 
to doubt the divine-rightness of these 'principles' is treason and 
sacrilege. When the greatest thinkers of a race are incapable, or 
afraid to perform their manifest and logical function, it is scarcely 



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to be wondered that average citizens are, also, somewhat unwilling 
to 'risk life, fortune, and sacred honor' for the overthrow of 
popularized 'right and wrong' concepts, that they know from bitter 
personal experience, are unworkable falsities. Although the average 
man feels in his heart that nearly all political and religious 
conventionalisms are dynamic deceits, yet how cautiously he 
avoids any open display of antagonism thereto? He has not the 
courage of this opinions. He is afraid to say openly what he thinks 
secretly. In other words he is living in a state of subjectiveness; of 
vassalage. He allows his brain to be dominated and held in bondage 
by the brain of another. From his infancy he has been deliberately 
subjected to a continuous external pressure, especially designed to 
coerce his understanding into strict accord with pre-arranged views 
of moral, political or religious 'duty.' He has not been permitted 
one moment of real mental liberty. He imbibed fraudulent 
conventionalisms with his mother's milk. He listens to the most 
hideous lies being glorified in his presence as sublime truths. He 
hears falsehoods sung in swelling chorus. He hears them sounded 
on bugles of silver and brass. He hears them intoned by 
congregations of the faithful amid peals of sacred music, and the 
solemn roll of chanted prayer. Thus his mind is sterilized by 
authority before it has had a chance to mature. Thus youth is 
mentally castrated, that its natural vitality may be afterwards used 
up in the yoke of custom — which is the yoke of slavery. In the 
nursery, at school, and at college, plastic brain-pulp is deliberately 
forced into the pre-arranged mould. Everything that a corrupt 
civilization can do, is done to compress the growing intellect into 
unnatural channels. Thus the great mass of men who inhabit the 
world of to-day have no initiative, no originality of independence 
of thought, but are mere subjective individualities, who have never 
had the slightest voice in fashioning the ideals that they formally 
revere. 

Although the average man has taken no part in 
manufacturing moral codes and statute laws, yet how he obeys 
them with dog-like submissiveness? He is trained to obedience, like 
oxen are broken to the yoke of their masters. He is a born thrall 




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habituated from childhood to be governed by others. 

Chinese civilization deliberately distorts its children's feet, 
by swathing them in bandages of silk and hoop-iron. Christian 
civilization crushes and cramps the minds of its youth by means of 
false philosophies, artificial moral codes and ironclad political 
creeds. Deleterious sub-theories of good and evil are systematically 
injected into our natural literatures, and gradually (without serious 
obstruction) they crystallize themselves into cast iron formulas, 
infallible constitutions, will-o-the-wisp evangels and other deadly 
epidemics. 

Modern 'leaders of thought' are almost wholly wanting in 
originality and courage. Their wisdom is foolishness, their 
remedies poison. They idiotically claim that they guide the 
destinies of nations, whereas, in reality, they are but the flotsam and 
scum-froth that glides smoothly down the dark stream of 
decadence. 

"Thus all the people of the earth are helpless, seeing those 
that lead are blind." 

Mankind is aweary, aweary of its sham prophets, its 
demagogues and its statesmen. It crieth out for kings and heroes. It 
demands a nobility — a nobility that cannot be hired with money, 
like slaves or beasts of burden. The world awaits the coming of 
mighty men of valor, great destroyers; destroyers of all that is vile, 
angels of death. We are sick unto nausea of the 'good Lord Jesus,' 
terror-striken under the executive of priest, mob and proconsul. We 
are tired to death of 'Equality.' Gods are at a discount, devils are in 
demand. He who would rule the coming age must be hard, cruel 
and deliberately intrepid, for softness assails not successfully the 
idols of the multitude. Those idols must be smashed into fragments, 
burnt into ashes, and that cannot be done by the gospel of love. 

The living forces of evil are to be found in the living ideals 
of to-day. 

The Commandments and laws and moral codes that we are 
called upon to reverence and obey are themselves the insidious 
enginery of decadence. It is moral principles that manufacture 
beggars. It is golden rules that glorify meekness. It is statute laws 



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that make spaniels of men. 

A man may keep every one of the Ten Commandments and 
yet remain a fool all the days of his life. He may obey every written 
law of the land, and yet be a caitiff and a slave. He may 'love 
Jesus,' delight in the golden rule and yet continue to the hour of his 
death, a failure and dependent. Truly the way to hell is by fulfilling 
the commandments of God. 

If the all-conquering race to which we belong, is not to 
irretrievably dwindle into multitudinous nothingness, (like the 
inferior herds it has outdistanced or enslaved) then it is essential 
that the Semitic spider webs (so astutely woven for ages into the 
brains of our chiefs) be remorselessly torn out by the very roots, 
even though the tearing out process be both painful and bloody. 

If we would retain and defend our inherited manhood, we 
must not permit ourselves to be forever rocked to repose, with the 
sweet lullabies of eastern idealisms. Too long we have been 
hypnotized by the occult charm of Hebrew Utopianism. If we 
continue to obey the insidious spell that has been lad upon us, we 
will wake up some dread morning with the gates of hell — 'of hell 
upon earth' yawning wide open, to close again upon us forever. 

The idea of hell is in some respects a truthful conception, 
suggestive of actual fact. If we terrestialize the location, there is 
nothing inharmonious about it. Many a race, many a tribe, and 
many a mighty empire has gone down into a grimly realistic sheol. 
Is it not right and just, that the vile, the base and the degenerate 
(that is to say the slave nations of the earth) should be punished 
pitilessly for their creeping cowardice? Is it not right that they 
should be, as it were, fried and toasted — should swim in pools of 
boiling blood, or dance sweltering satanic glees, with blistering feet 
and straining eye-balls on red-hot Saharas of gravel and sand? 

In actual operation Nature is cruel and merciless to men, as 
to all other beings. Let a tribe of human animals live a rational life, 
Nature will smile upon them and their posterity; but let them 
attempt to organize an unnatural mode of existence an equality 
elysium, and thy will be punished even to the point of 
extermination. 




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All ethics, politics and philosophies are pure assumptions, 
built upon assumptions. They rest on no sure basis. They are but 
shadowy castles-in-the-air erected by day-dreamers, or by rogues, 
upon nursery fables. It is time they were firmly planted upon an 
enduring foundation. This can never be accomplished until the 
racial mind has first been thoroughly cleansed and drastically 
disinfected of its depraved, alien, and demoralizing concepts of 
right and wrong. In no human brain can sufficient space be found, 
for the relentless logic of hard fact, until all pre-existent delusions 
have been finally annihilated. Half measures are of no avail, we 
must go down to the very roots and tear them out, even to the last 
fibre. We must be, like nature, hard, cruel, relentless. 

Too long the dead hand has been permitted to sterilize living 
thought— too long, right and wrong, good and evil, have been 
inverted by false prophets. In the days that are at hand, neither 
creed nor code must be accepted upon authority, human, 
superhuman or 'divine.' (Morality and conventionalism are for 
subordinates.) Religions and constitutions and all arbitrary 
principles, every mortal theorem, must be deliberately put to the 
question. No moral dogma must be taken for granted — no standard 
of measurement deified. There is nothing inherently sacred about 
moral codes. Like the wooden idols of long ago, they are all the 
work of human hands, and what man has made, man can destroy. 

He that is slow to believe anything and everything is of 
great understanding, for belief in one false principle, is the 
beginning of all. unwisdom. The chief duty of every new age is to 
up-raise new men to determine its liberties, to lead it towards 
material success — to rend (as it were) the rusty padlocks and chains 
of dead custom that always prevent healthy expansion. Theories 
and ideals and constitutions, that may have meant life and hope, 
and freedom, for our ancestors, may now mean destruction, slavery 
and dishonor to us. As environments change, no human ideal can 
standeth sure. 

Wherever, therefore, lie has built unto itself a throne, let it 



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be assailed without pity and without regret, for under the 
domination of a falsehood, no nation can permanently prosper. Let 
established sophisms be dethroned, rooted out, burnt and destroyed, 
for they are standing menace to all true nobility of thought and 
action. Whatever alleged 'truth' is proven by results, to be but an 
empty fiction, let it be unceremoniously flung into the outer 
darkness, among the dead gods, dead empires, dead philosophies, 
and other useless lumber and wreckage. 

The most dangerous of all enthroned lies is the holy, the 
sanctified, the privileged lie — the lie that 'everybody' believes to 
be a model truth. It is the fruitful mother of all other popular errors 
and delusions. It is hydra-headed. It has a thousand roots. It is a 
social cancer. The lie that is known to be a lie is half eradicated , but 
the lie that even intelligent persons regard as a sacred fact — the lie 
that has been inculcated around a mother's knee — is more 
dangerous to contend against than a creeping pestilence. Popular 
lies have ever been the most potent enemies of personal liberty. 
There is only one way to deal with them. Cut them out, to the very 
core, just as cancers are. Exterminate them root and branch, or they 
will surely eat us all up. We must annihilate them, or they will us. 
Half and half remedies are of no avail . 

However, When a lie has gone too far— when it has taken 
up its abode in the very tissues, bones, and brains of a people, then 
all remedies are useless. Even the lancet is of no avail. Repentance 
of past misdeeds cannot 'save' decadents from extermination. The 
fatal bolt is shot; and into the fiery furnace of wholesale slavery, 
and oblivion, they must go, to be there righteously consumed. From 
their ashes something new, something nobler, may possibly evolve, 
but even that is the merest optimistic supposition. 

In nature the wages of sin is always death. Nature does not 
love the wrong-doer, but endeavors in every possibly way to 
destroy him. Her curse is on the brow of the 'meek and lowly.' Her 
blessing is on the very hearts' blood of the strong and the brave. 
Only Jews and Christians and other degenerates, think that 
rejuvenation can ever come through law and prayer. 'All the tears 
of all the martyrs' might just as well have never been shed. 




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Whatsoever a people believeth shall make it free, enslave it, 
or corrode its very marrow in strict accordance with natural order. 
Consequently if a people place implicit faith in what philosophers 
teach them, they are liable to be duped. If many nations are so 
duped, their deception is a menace to the liberty of the world. 

Freemen should never regulate their conduct by the 
suggestions or dicta of others, for when they do so, they are no 
longer free. No man ought to obey any contract, written or implied, 
except he himself has given his personal and formal adherence 
thereto, when in a state of mental maturity and unrestrained liberty. 
It is only slaves that are born into contracts, signed and sealed by 
their progenitors. The freeman is born free, lives free, and dies free. 
He is (even though living in an artificial civilization) above all 
laws, all constitutions, all theories of right and wrong. He supports 
and defends them of course, as long as they suit his own end, but if 
they don't, then he annihilates them by the easiest and most direct 
method. 

There is no obligation upon any man to passive obedience, 
when his life, his liberty, and his property are threatened by 
footpad, assassins or statesman. 

One of Columbus's lieutenants in the West Indies, captured 
a Carib chief by means of a subtle stratagem. The chief was invited 
to a feast and when there, persuaded with honeyed words to don (on 
horseback) a set of brightly polished steel manacles; it being 
cunningly represented to him, that the irons were the regalia of 
sovereignty. He foolishly believed his astute flatterer, and when the 
chains were firmly clasped around his limbs, he was led away, to 
die of vermin, turning a mill in a Spanish dungeon. What those 
glittering manacles were to the Indian chieftain, constitutions, laws, 
moral codes, and Hebrew dominated civilizations, are to the 
nations of the earth. Indeed, under the name of Progress and Social 
Evolution, mankind has been lured into foasted dungeons, where it 
labors unceasingly and for naught, in darkness, despair, and shame. 
Like the Spanish Lieutenant, the masters of the earth first flatter 
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nowadays of the 'sovereign people,' without a laugh of derision? 
And yet it was once thought to be a term full of significance. Their 
'sovereignty' is now acknowledged sham, and their freedom a 
dream. The sovereign people be damned. 

It is clear, therefore, that the man or nation that would retain 
liberty, or be really safe, must accept no formula as final — must 
trust in nothing written or unwritten, living or dead — must believe 
neither in special Jehovahs, nor weeping Saviours — neither in 
Raging devils, nor in devilish philosophies — neither in ghosts, nor 
in idols, nor in laws — nor in woman, nor in man. 

" O threats of hell, and hopes of paradise, 
One thing at least is certain — this life flies; 
One thing is certain and all the rest is — lies, 
The flower that once has bloomed forever dies." 



He who saith unto himself, "I must believe, I must not 
question" is not a man but a mere pusillanimous mental gelding. He 
who believes "because it has been handed down" is a menial in his 
heart; and he who believes "because it has been written" is a fool 
in his folly. Sagacious spirits doubt all things, and hold fast only to 
that which is demonstrably true. 

The rules of life are not to be found in Korans, Bibles, 
Decalogues and Constitutions , but rather the rules of decadence and 
death. The law of laws is not written in Hebrew consonants or upon 
tables of brass and stone, but in every man's own heart. He who 
obeys any standard of right and wrong, but the one set up by his 
own conscience, betrays himself into the hands of his enemies, who 
are ever laying in wait to bind him to their millstones. And 
generally a man's most dangerous enemies are his neighbors. 

Masterful men laugh with contempt at spiritual thunders, 
and have no occasion to dread the decisions of any human tribunal. 
They are above and beyond all that. Laws and regulations are only 
for conquered vassals. The free man does not require them. He may 




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manufacture and post up Decalogue regulations, to bind and control 
dependents with, but he does not himself bow down before those 
inventions of his own hands,— except as a lure. 

Statute books and golden rules, were made to fetter slaves 
and fools. Very useful are they, for controlling the herds of 
sentenced convicts, who fill the factories, and cultivated the fields. 
All moral principles, therefore, are the servitors, not the masters of 
the strong. Power made moral codes, and Power abrogates them. 

A man is under no obligation to obey anything or anybody. 
It is only serving-men that must obey, because they are caitiffs by 
birth, breeding, and condition. Morals are only required in an 
immoral community, that is to say a community held in a state of 
conquest. 

Fear God, bridle the spirit, and obey the law, is advice most 
excellent, as from a philosopher to a yokel, but when directed in all 
earnestness at a man of inherent might, he smiles to himself in 
silent scorn. Full well he knows that in actual life the path to victory 
and renown, does not lie through Gethsemanies, but over fallen 
enemies, the ruins of rival combines, through Aceldamas. 
'Meekness of spirit' is regarded by him as a convenient 
superstition, very useful for regulating the lives of his servants, his 
women, and his children, but otherwise inoperative. 

"I rest my hopes on nothing" proclaimed Goethe, and 
masterful minds in all ages have never done otherwise. This 
unspoken thought gives to all truly great men their manifest 
superiority over the brainless, vociferating herd. The 'common 
people' have always had to be be fooled with some written or 
wooden or golden Idol — some constitution, declaration or gospel. 
Consequently the majority of them have ever been mental thralls, 
living and dying in an atmosphere of strong illusion. They are be- 
fooled and hypnotized even to this hour, and a large proportion of 
them must remain so, until time is no more. Indeed the masses of 
mankind are but the sediment from which all the more valuable 
elements have been long ago distilled. They are totally incapable of 
real freedom, and if it were granted to them, they would 
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twenty-four hours. Mastership is right — Mastership is natural — 
Mastership is eternal. But only for those who cannot overthrow it, 
and trample it beneath their hoofs. Is it not a fact that in actual life, 
the ballot-box votes of ten million subjective personalities are as 
thistle down in the balance, when weighed against the far seeing 
thought, and material prowess of, say, ten strong silent men? 



It is notorious, universally so, that the blackest falsehoods 
are ever decked out in the most brilliant and gorgeous regalia. 
Clearly, therefore it is the brave man's duty to regard all sacred 
things, all legal things, all constitutional things, all holy things, 
with more than usual suspicion. "I deny, and I affirm," is the 
countersign of materia] freedom. "I believe, and I obey" is the 
shibboleth of serfage. Belief is a flunkey, a feminine — Doubt is a 
creator, a master. He who denies fundamentals is in triple armor 
clad. Indeed he is invulnerable. On the other hand, it has been said 
that every belief, every philosophy, has some truth in it, but so we 
might add has every insanity. 

Strong men are not deterred from pursuing their aim by 
anything. They go straight to the goal, and that goal is Beauty, 
Wealth, and Material Power. The mission of Power is to control and 
exploit the powerless, for to be powerless is to be criminal. The 
world would indeed be a house of horrors, if all men were 'good' 
and all women — padlocked. 

As far as human searchlights have yet penetrated, into the 
darkness that enshrouds the origin of nations, we see the subduers 
and the subdued, the plebeians and the patricians, the chiefs who 
governed, and the vassals who obeyed. And there is nothing in the 
most modern social developments (of these deedless days) to 
warrant any belief that this ancient and natural division of human 
animals, into castes of superiors and inferiors, sovereigns and serfs, 
can ever be dispensed with. The slave-owners whip cracked from 
the beginning and it will crack till the day of doom. In every 
kingdom, republic, and empire on earth, we have (in one disguise 




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or another) the master and the slave — the ruler and the ruled. In the 
course of centuries, names alone have changed, essentials have 
remained the same. Form of royalty may alter, but kings can never 
die. There was mastership at the beginning, and there will be 
mastership to the end. We build, but as our fathers built. Change is 
no progress, nor numbers advance. 

Every one who would be free must show his power. 
Unalterable remains the basis of all earthly greatness. He who 
exalteth himself shall be exalted, and he who humbleth himself 
shall be righteously trodden beneath the hoofs of the herd. 'The 
humble' are only fit for dog's meat. Bravery includes every virtue, 
humility, every crime. He who is afraid to risk his life must never 
be permitted to win anything. 

Human rights and wrongs are not determined by Justice, but 
by Might. Disguise it as you may, the naked sword is still king- 
maker and king-breaker, as of yore. All other theories are lies and — 
lures. 

Therefore! If you would conquer wealth and honor, power 
and fame, you must be practical, grim, cool, and merciless. You 
must ride to success (by preference) over the necks of your foemen. 
Their defeat is your strength. Their downfall is your uplifting. Only 
the powerful can be free, and Power is non-moral. Life is real, life 
is earnest, and neither heaven nor hell its final goal. And love, and 
joy, and birth, and death, and fate, and strife, shall be forever. 

This earth is a vast whirl of warring atoms — a veritable 
revolving cock-pit. Each molecule, each animal, fights for its life. 
you must fight for yours, or surrender. Look well to it, therefore, 
that your beaks and spurs, your fangs and claws are as sharp as 
steel, and as effective as science can make them. 

Though, the survival of the strongest is the logic of events, 
yet personal cowardice is the great vice of our demoralized age. 
Cowardice is corroding the brain and blood of our race, but men 
have learnt to disguise this terrible infirmity, behind the canting 
whine of 'humanity' and 'goodness.' Words flow instead of blood, 
and terrible insults are exchanged, instead of terrible blows. 

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good-for-nothings, who are forever excusing their infantile 
ineptitude behind some plausible phrase — some conventional 
make-believe? 

Courage, I say! Courage, not goodness, is the great 
desideratum — courage, that requires neither tin horns, nor calcium 
lights, nor brass bands, nor shouting multitudes to call it into 
effective action. 

But courage that goes its way alone, as undauntedly as 
when it marches to 'victory or death' amid the menacing stride of 
armed and bannered legions. 




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Courage, that delights in danger- 
Courage, that knows not despair! 
Courage that proudly, defiantly, 

smiles on death! 
Courage, that regards with equal loathing 

the multitude's mad howls of hate, 
its stupid hee-haws 

and its stridulating 'tremendous applause.' 
Courage, that asks no quarter, 

even with the knife at its throat. 
Courage that is stiff-necked, 

unyielding, sullen, pitiless! 
Courage, that never falters — 

never retreats! 
Courage, that looks down with supreme disdain 

upon all slave regulations, 
upon all rights and wrongs, 

upon all good and evil! 
Courage, that has made up its mind 

to conquer or— perish! 
That is the kind of courage 

this world lacks. 
That is the kind of courage 

that aids by active co-operation 
the survival of the Fittest — 

and the survival of the Best. 
That is the kind of courage 

that has never turned a master's mill. 
That is the kind of courage 

that never will turn it. 
That is the kind of courage 

that will die, rather than turn it. 

"When Svipdag came to the enclosure, the gate of the burg 
was shut, (for it was customary to ask leave to come in and see, or 
take part in the war games). Svipdag did not take that trouble, but 
broke open the gate and rode into the yard."* 
Queen Yisa said:— "This man will be welcomed here." 



Ancient Norse Saga. 



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As far as Sociology is concerned, we must either abandon 
our reason or abandon Christ. 

He is pre-eminently, the prophet of unreason— the preacher 
of rabble-rabies. All that is enervating and destructive of manhood, 
he glorifies, — all that is self-reliant and heroic, he denounces. 
Lazarus, the filthy and diseased vagrant, is his hero of heroes; and 
Dives the sane, energetic citizen, is his 'awful' example of baseness 
and criminality. He praises 'the humble' and he curses the proud. 
He blesses the failures and damns the successful. All that is noble, 
he perverts — all that is atrocious he upholds. He inverts all the 
natural instincts of mankind and urges us to live artificial lives. He 
commands the demonization of virtues that aggrandize a people, 
and advises his admirers to submit in quietness to every insult, 
contumely, indignity; to be slaves, de-facto. Indeed, there is scarce 
one thought in the whole of his Dicta that is practically true. 

O, Christ! O, Christ! Thou artful fiend! Thou Great 
Subverter! — What an amazing Eblis-glamour, thou hast cast over 
the world? Thou mean insignificant-minded Jew! 

Why is it that our modern philosophers are so mortally 
afraid to boldly challenge the 'inspired' utopianism of this poor 
self-deluded Galilean mountaineer,— this preacher of all eunuch- 
virtues— of self abasement, of passive suffering? 

The sickly humanitarian ethics, so eloquently rayed forth by 




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Jesus Christ and his superstitious successors, in ancient Judea, and 
throughout the moribund Roman empire, are generally accepted in 
Anglo-Saxondom as the very elixir of immortal wisdom, the purest, 
wisest, grandest, most incontrovertible of all 'divine revelations,' of 
occult thaumaturges. And yet when closely examined, they are 
found to be neither divine, occult, reasonable, nor even honest; but 
composed, almost exclusively of the stuff that nightmares are made 
of, together with a strong dash of oriental legerdemain. 

Through a thousand different channels, current politico- 
economic belief is dominated by the base communistic cabala of 
the 'man of many sorrows'; yet as a practical theorem, it is hardly 
ever critically examined. Why is it that the suggested social 
solutions promulgated by Jesus, Peter, Paul, James, and other 
Asiatic cataleptics, are accepted so meekly by us, upon trust? If 
these men were anything, they were crude socialist reformers with 
mis-shapen souls, preachers of 'a new heaven, and a new earth,' 
that is to say, demagogues — politicians-of-the-slums; and out of the 
slums, nothing that is noble can ever be born. 

As agitators, Jesus and his modern continuators, shall be 
exclusively considered in these pages. However, it must be 
distinctly understood, that the spiritual and temporal in ail 
cosmogonies, are so intricately interwoven, that it is almost 
impossible to completely divorce them. Like the Siamese twins, 
Gods and Governments are inextricably bound together; so much 
so indeed, that if you kill one, the other cannot live. Hence the open 
or secret alliance, that has always existed between the politician 
and the priest. 

Whatever their primitive purity (or impurity) all operative 
creedal philosophies are essentially civil and military codes, police 
regulations. 'Religion is a power, a political engine, and if there 
was no God, I would have to invent one,' said the great Napoleon. 
In letter and in spirit, Christianity is above all things a political 
theory, and a theory that often takes the form of raging hysterics. 

Religions are the matrix in which public institutions are 
generally moulded. This has ever been well understood by the 
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Solon to Loyola, from Constantine to the lowest Levite hireling, 
who gets paid in dimes and cents for his unctuous mock — 
dithyrambs. 



"All ye are brethren." 

Are all men really brethren? — Negro and Indian, 
Blackfellow, Kalmuck, and Coolie— the well-born, the base-bred, * 
— beer-soaked loafer, and hero-hearted patriot— belted chieftain 
and ignoble mechanic-slave,— pot of iron and pot of clay? 

What proof is there that the brotherhood-of-man hypothesis 
is in accordance with nature? On what trustworthy biologic, 
historic or other evidence does it rest? If it is natural, then rivalry, 
competition and strife are unnatural. (And it is proposed to prove in 
this book, that strife, competition, rivalry and the wholesale 
destruction of feeble types of men is not only natural, but highly 
necessary.) Has 'brotherhood' ever been tried upon earth? Where, 
when and with what final result? Is not self-assertion nobler, 
grander, and more truly heroic than self-denial? Is not self- 
abasement but another term for voluntary vassalage, voluntary 
burden-bearing? 

Christ might well and truthfully have said unto his 
followers "Come unto me all ye that are weary and heavy laden and 
I will bind you in unbreakable bonds, and load you down like an ass 
between two burdens." 

The 'poor and ignorant' were his first followers — the 
vagrants, the disinherited shiftless classes; and to this very day, the 
poorer and more ignorant men and women are, the more eager are 
they to follow his religious ideals, or the political millennialisms 
that are distilled out of his delusions. 

"If we only lived as Christ lived, what a beautiful world this 
would be," saith all thoughtless ones. If we lived as Christ lived, 
there would be none of us left to live. He begat no children; he 

* These terms are used in the strict Darwinian sense. 



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labored not for his bread; he possessed neither house nor home; he 
merely talked. Consequently, he must have existed on charity or 
have stolen bread. "If we all lived like Christ," would there have 
been anyone left to labor, to be begged from, to be stolen from? "If 
we all lived like Christ" is, thus a self-evident absurdity. 

No wonder that it is recorded: "Not many wise after the 
flesh, not many mighty, not many noble are called; but God chose 
the foolish things of the world, and God chose the weak things of 
the world, and the things that are despised." Nothing else would 
have anything to do with him. Christ was indeed, the prophet of the 
credulous rabble during three years of active agitation, and it 
abandoned him in his hour of need (what always happens under 
similar circumstances) for the rabble is ever cowardly, ungenerous, 
suspicious, unfathomable — base. It has never yet had a leader of 
commanding ability (either in peace or in war) that it did not 
ultimately desert or betray, i.e. if he did not take the precaution to 
make himself its master. 

After permitting Christ to be butchered, the mob thereupon 
set him up as their Divinity and erected altars to his renown. Slaves, 
women, madmen, lepers, magdalenes, were the earliest Christians, 
and to this hour, women, children, slaves and lunatics are the raw 
material of the Christian Church. 

Primitive Christianity cunningly appealed to the 
imagination of a world of superstitious slaves (eager for some 
mode of escape that meant not the giving and receiving of battle- 
strokes). It organized them for the overthrow of Heroic Principles; 
and substituted for a genuine nobility based on battle-selection, a 
crafty theocracy founded upon priest-craft, hell-craft, alms-giving, 
politicalisms and all that is impure and subterranean. It is a doctrine 
at the disgraceful in its antecedents, its teachers and in itself. Truly 
has it been called 'the fatal dower of Constantine,' for it has 
suffocated or is suffocating the seeds of Heroism. 

Both ancient and modern Christianism and all that has its 
root therein is the negation of everything grand, noble, generous, 
heroic, and the glorification of everything feeble, atrocious, 
dishonorable, dastardly. The cross is now, and ever has been, an 



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escutcheon of shame. It represents a gallows, and a Semite slave 
swinging thereon. For two thousand years it has absolutely 
overturned human reason, overthrown common sense, infected the 
world with madness submissiveness, degeneracy. 

Truly, there is a way which seemeth right unto a people, but 
the ends thereof are the ways of death. 

Sound the loud timbrel, 
O'er lands and o'er waves; 
The Israelite triumphs! 
The nations are — graves! 



Is the Golden Rule a rational rule?— Is it not rather a menial 
rule — a coward rule — a best-policy rule? Why is it 'right' for one 
man to do unto others as he would have others do to him and, what 
is right? If 'others' are unable to injure him or 'do good' to him, 
why should he consider them at all? Why should he take any more 
notice of them than of so many worms? If they are endeavoring to 
injure him and able to do it, why should he refrain from returning 
the compliment? Should he not combat them, does not that give 
them carte-blanche to injure and destroy him? May it not be 'doing 
good' to others, to war against them, to annihilate them? May it not, 
also, be 'good' for them to war against others? (Again, what is 
'good?') 

Is it reasonable to ask preying animals to do unto others as 
they would be done by? If they acted accordingly, would they, 
could they survive? If some only accepted the Golden Rule as their 
guiding moral maxim, would they not become a prey to those who 
refuse to abide thereby? 

Upon what reasonable and abiding sanction does this 'Rule' 
rest? — Has it ever been in actual operation among men? — Can it 
ever be successfully practiced on earth— or anywhere else?— Did 
Jesus Christ practice it himself upon all occasions? — Did his 
apostles, his 'sons of thunder' practice it?— Did Peter the boaster 




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do so, when he 'denied Him' for fear of arrest at the camp-fire? — 
Did Judas the financier, when he sold him for net cash? Also, how 
many of his modern lip servants actually practice it in their daily 
business intercourse with each other? How Many? 

These questions require no formal answering. They answer 
themselves in the asking. And here it must be remembered that the 
best test of a witness is cross-examination. "Do unto others as you 
would have others do to you." No baser precept ever fell from the 
lips of a feeble Jew. 

It is from alleged moralisms of this sort and fabulous 
'principles' that our mob orators, our communards, revivalists, 
anarchists, red republicans, democrats and other mob-worshippers 
in general derive the infernal inspiration that they are perpetually 
hissing forth. Even the subversive pyrotechnic watchword of their 
mephisto-millennium are to be found in the 'holy gospels.' Is it not 
written, "and God sendeth angels to destroy the people?" — Behold! 
These men are the 'angels' that He sends: politicians and reformers! 



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"Love one another" you say is the supreme law, but what 
power made it so? — Upon what rational authority does the Gospel 
of Love rest? — Is it even possible to practice, and what would 
result from its universal application to active affairs? Why should I 
not hate mine enemies, and hunt them down like the wild beasts 
that they are? I ask again, why? If I 'love' them, does that not place 
me at their mercy? Is it natural for enemies to 'do good' unto each 
other and, what is 'good?' Can the torn and bloody victim 'love' the 
blood-splashed jaws that rend it limb from limb? Are we not all 
predatory animals by instinct? If humans ceased wholly from 
preying upon each other, could they continue to exist? 

"Love your enemies and do good to them that hate you and 
despitefully use you" is the despicable philosophy of the spaniel 
that rolls upon its back when kicked. Obey it, O! Reader and you 
and all your posterity to the tenth generation shall be irretrievably 
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water, degenerates, Gibeonites. But hate your enemies with a whole 
heart, and if a man smite you on one cheek, smash him down; smite 
him hip and thigh, for self-preservation is the highest law. 

He who turns the 'other cheek' is a cowardly dog — a 
Christian dog. 

Give blow for blow, scorn for scorn, doom for doom, with 
compound interest liberally added thereunto. Eye for eye, tooth for 
tooth, aye four-fold, a hundred-fold. Make yourself a Terror to your 
adversary, and when he goeth his way, he will possess much 
additional wisdom to ruminate over. Thus shall you make yourself 
respected in all the walks of life, and your spirit — your immortal 
spirit — shall live, not in an untangible paradise, but in the brains 
and thews of your aggressive and unconquerable sons. After all, the 
true proof of manhood is a splendid progeny; and it is a scientific 
axiom that the timid animal transmits timidity to its descendants. 

If men lived 'like brothers' and had no powerful enemies 
(neighbors) to contend with and surpass, they would rapidly lose all 




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their best qualities; like certain oceanic birds that lose the use of 
their wings, because they do not have to fly from pursuing beasts 
of prey. 

If all men had treated each other with brotherly love since 
the beginning, what would have been the result now? If there had 
been no wars, no rivalry, no competition, no kingship, no slavery, 
no survival of the Toughest, no racial extermination, truly what a 
festering 'hell fenced in' this old globe would be? 



Reverend Ferdinand M. Sprague of Chicago (who may be 
taken as a common specimen of the priest-politician) in a little 
pamphlet lately published, entitled The Laws of Social Evolution,' 
writes thus: — "The sheet anchor of Socialism according to its 
ablest exponents, is the Holy Christian religion. Its motto founded 
on the precept 'love thy neighbor as thyself is— 'each for all, and 
all for each.' Its working principle for the present is altruism." :,: 

Nearly all the canonized 'Fathers' of the early Roman 
propaganda (most of whom, by the way, were slaves, freedmen, of 
eunuchs) advocated similar Ideals. Even now, the anointed and 
sanctified head of the Catholic Church resurrects the same hoary 
old utopianism, in a lesuitic encyclical addressed to his flock. 
(How suggestive of being shorn and skinned, is that word 'flock.') 

Again, the Epistle of James, who is known to have been 
Christ's full brother killed by a special policeman's club in a street 
riot, has been reprinted and widely circulated by Socialists in order 
to so broadcast their illogical theories of a universal brotherhood, 
founded upon enforced labor, regimentation of the herd and 
majority votes. 

Many modern cities are, also, infested with plausible 
epileptoid priestlings of unreason, like Dr. McGlynn, Professor 
Bemis, Hugh Price Hughes, W. T. Stead, Myron Reed and Professor 



'The ethics of socialism are identical with the teachings of Christianity.' Encyclopedia 
Brittainca. 



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Herron of California. All these men are unrivalled masters in the art 
of persuasive declamation. They accept the New Testament as their 
text book and preach therefrom to morbid multitudes the atrocious 
and shallow gospel of equal rights, equal liberty, equal 
brotherhood, as the veritable omnific word, the newly discovered 
emancipating protocol of the Crucified (yet all-mighty) Don 
Quixote, the Saviour, God of Asia Minor, he who was born in a 
cattle-shed and died on a gallows. 



A God begging his bread from door to door!— A God 
without a place to lay his head! — A God spiked to two pieces of 
crossed scantling! — A God stabbed to death by a hired officer!— A 
God executed by order of a stipendiary magistrate! What an insane 
idea. Is it an idea or rather a wasting cranial disease? Talk about 
'the heathen in his blindness' and superstitious madness in past 
ages! Why it is as childplay to the hysteric Idolatry of today, the 
deification of a Jew. The 'Divine Democrat' was executed upon a 
government gibbet, because the Rulers of Imperial Rome were 
more powerful men than he was. His strength and that of his 
followers was not equal to theirs. 

He died an abysmal failure— a Redeemer who did not 
redeem, — a Saviour who did not save — a Messiah whipped like a 
calf— a slave-agitator deservedly destroyed for preaching a 
Falsehood — the monstrous gospel of Love, Brotherhood, Equality. 

Even from the spiritual point of view, there is nothing 
whatever in his life or its after effects to show that 'The pale man 
upon the cross,' when he moaned and wept so bitterly, 'beheld any 
further down the Void, than those who gathered round to see him 
die.' 

Of what use was that 'pale dreamer' to the iron conditions 
that existed in the conquered and garrisoned Fortress of Jerusalem? 
For once the city mob were on the right trail, when they petitioned 
for the release of Bar Abbas, rather than the supple singer of a 
'Sweet bye and bye.' Bar Abbas is described in the 'Scriptures' as 



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a petty thief. He was really an armed insurgent leader, the slayer of 
Roman tax-gatherers, a guerrilla chief (like Rob Roy, Robin Hood, 
William Wallace, William Tell) who levied toll upon opulent 
Hebrews for patriotic purposes. 

Had I been there that day, I, also, would have joined in the 
demand: — "Release Bar Abbas unto us." — Better one Bar Abbas 
than a thousand Christs. 

Alas! Alas! O Galilean! Thou art neither the Way, the Truth 
nor the Light! 



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Reverting, however, to Chicago's reverend Utopia 
constructor, thus waileth he with cajoling crudity: "The laws of 
social evolution, far from being the blind, barbarous and brutal 
struggle for organic existence, consists in the physical, intellectual 
and moral well-being of all the members of society, so constituted 
that the politico-ethical principles of Liberty, Equality and 
Fraternity shall have the largest possible realization throughout the 
social organism. The main features of the condition of progress are 
christian churches, christian schools, christian governments, 
christian ethics and economics." 

Another seductive but most malignant State Socialist 
(Henry George) roundly proclaims that "The salvation of society, 
the hope of the free and full development of Humanity is in the 
gospel of brotherhood, the gospel of Christ," and thereupon he 
proposes to make politicians the national rent-tax collectors, 
Administrators of everything in general and all-round Distributors 
of State Pensions to 'the poor and needy.' Has not mankind had 
sufficient experience of what politicians are? Those black-hearted, 
creeping thieves and frauds. Their sting is deadlier than the bite of 
a cobra, and in the breath of their mouth there is — death. Curses be 
upon ye, O ye Politicians, and upon all who advocate increasing 
your prerogatives! 

Presidential candidates, from Jefferson, to Lincoln, 
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shallow rhodomontade, because it means votes, and for votes, 
office-seekers would dress up in glowing language and ray forth 
any devilish deception. 

For two thousand years these effeminate superlatives have 
been trumpeted to the remotest corner of every Christian land, and 
yet (while enervating the morale of people), they have dismally 
failed to inaugurate the much foretold Earthly Paradise. They were 
preached by bare-foot monks at the inauguration of the Dark Ages, 
in order that those saintly lovers of the common people might creep 
into the administration of cooperative wealth and power. Now, the 
same general ideas are revived and dressed up (this time in politico- 
economic garb) by the eloquent agitator, in order that he may rule 
and plunder in the future, through the agency of the State; just as 
the priest once ruled and plundered through the equally rapacious 
agency of the Church. 

When the Church triumphed the Dark Ages began, and 
when it is finally rooted out (together with all its social antennae) 
the Heroic Age dawns once more. True heroes shall be born again 
as of old, for our women may yet be something more than rickety 
perambulating dolls and drug-stores in spectacles. 

The 'Church' is the idol of the priestly parasite. The 'State' 
is the idol of the political parasite. Beware, O, America! that in 
escaping from the holy trickery of the monk, you fall not an easy 
prey to 'the loving kindness' of the politician. Even if the 
'reformer' succeeds in re-establishing upon majority-votes, the 
dark tyranny of the 'greatest number,' we have this consolation to 
fall back upon, such organization must ultimately tumble down of 
its own weight, and then re-divide up into warring fragments. 
Nothing that is unnatural can last for long. 

The Universal Church is no more; all we see of it now is 
jealous remnants. And the Universal State, the Social Democracy, 
the Economic Republic, the Brotherhood of Man, should they take 
practical form, are pre-ordained to similar failure. All they could 
do, would be to postpone the operation of the survival of the 
fittest — drugging nations in temporary sedatives. 

No matter how eagerly madmen may try to do it, there is no 



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known process whereby they can jump out of their own skins. 
Christian or socialist churches, paternalisms, schools, governments, 
administrations, ethics and mora] isms (even if genuinely Christian 
and Fraternal) would be wholly impotent to change the natural 
course of things and, therefore, powerless to command the survival 
of mental and physical cripples, even although those cripples were 
as canonized saints for 'goodness,' and as the sands of the seashore 
for number. Shrieking sentimentalism is indeed a feeble lever 
wherewith to overturn the immutable order of the Universe. It 
cannot do it. No! Not if it were whooped till the crack of doom! Not 
even if it had a Lamb of God in every city, ready to be butchered 
each Friday afternoon in order to make a Christian Holiday. 



'Liberty, Equality, Fraternity,' those three great lights of 
Modern Democracies are three colossal Falsehoods,— ignoble 
slave-shibboleths; impossible of actualization, even if proclaimed 
by some superhuman Satan, followed by armed hosts of un-killable 
demons, all armed to the teeth with flaming swords, Greek-fire and 
dynamite cannon. 

You may trace Equality in letters of silver on tablets of 
burnished gold, but without engineering a perpetual miracle, you 
cannot make it — true. 

You may write Fraternity in blazing diamonds on walls of 
enduring granite, but without reversing the mechanism of the 
Universe, you cannot make it a fact. 

And, though you enscroll Freedom on countless sheepsins 
and rivet Statues of Liberty on every harbor-rock, yet with 'all the 
king's horses and all the king's men' one being born to be a hireling 
and a subordinate — no power can free. 

Can you build up a marble palace with mud and slime, O! 
ye drivelling bedlamites? Can you raise up a conqueror from the 
dunghill , or make the stupid great? Can you manufacture heroes out 
of hogs, O! ye snuffling 'Educated' swine? 

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rhetoricians of the market place and editorial mill. "We can! We 
can!" bellows the herd, as it stupidly pours through the slip-rails to 
the pithing pen. "Yes, O! Yes! With the love of Jesus and our 
collection plate," whines the soft-skinned preacher as he turns over 
the sybaline leaves of his Black-Art. "Of a certainty, we can," 
hisseth the plastic politician, the rattlesnake! The hungry basilisk! 
whose lawmaking is more blighting than the breath of a simoom. 

Thereupon, toward you, O! America! They, one and all, 
point the finger of pride! Towards you! 

America! Where the politicians rage and the people imagine 
vain things! And the dogs in the alleys are baying at the moon! 

Then, turn I away! Sadly! Sadly! Sadly! And I brush against 
a slave in copper-rivetted overalls, hurrying to his mill, and against 
another in gold chain and silken hat, hasting to his money- 
changing— and a lean woman in sordid rags, with a pile of lumber 
balanced upon her crown; and a splendid harlot in diamonds and 
brilliant plumage, ndeth slowly by. 

And the cattle in the slaughter yard are lowing for their hay; 
and a draught mare, with galled shoulder, lieth swollen and dead on 
the frozen paving blocks. How nauseous it all is? 

Loathsome! Loathsome! 0,how loathsome? 



Man is part and parcel of the animal kingdom and 
(notwithstanding Jefferson, Franklin, and Lincoln — Karl Marx, La 
Salle, and Liebknecht — Christ, Robespierre, and Rousseau — 
Hyndman, Tennyson, and Mazzini— Dr. Alder, Bebel, George, and 
Isaiah — Bellamy, Gronlund, and W. T. Stead) he cannot escape 
from the draconic ordinances that despotically govern that kingdom 
and environ his being like an atmosphere on every side. 

Altruism, meek and lowly self-abnegation, upon any 
extended scale is among predatory organisms (and all organisms 
are predatory) impossible of practice on pain of wholesale felo-de- 
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Every man is under an obligation to fight and bear his own 
burden. If he cannot do so, others cannot do his fighting or his 
burden-bearing and their own at the same time with reasonable 
safety to themselves. He, therefore, who finds it impossible to carry 
his own burden, had better sink down and die in his tracks than 
impose an additional load upon the shoulders of his kind-hearted 
fellow strugglers. For then, they would be overloaded and 
consequently unable to fight successfully; so all might perish 
together. 

Practical fraternal sympathy (upon any universal scale) has 
always had in the end a most destructive effect upon the internal 
structure of communities. Men will always love and cherish those 
that are near and dear to them; but when it is proposed to extend the 
circle of their 'near and dear ones' to all mankind, that is going 
rather too far. Indeed, all must perish ignominiously if that foolish 
idea prevails. 'AIT are, even now, enervating themselves, 
undermining their strength, by futile overexertion in that very 
direction. They are straining themselves to death by endeavoring to 
carry an impossible load. The majority of men are born far too 
weak constitutionally for their conditions; and the few who do 
possess the necessary stamina and grit, will have quite enough to do 
in proving by deeds their fitness to survive, propagate and possess. 
Many are projected — few are selected. 

Yet altruism, wholesale self-renunciation — wholesale 
burden-bearing, for the sake of 'Outraged and Suffering Humanity,' 
is the maddening basis upon which 'our good Lord Jesus,' and his 
demented imitators have erected their sporadic sociology — their 
Magnificent Satanism. 

Does not simple business acumen whisper to us that every 
man's chief occupation upon earth is to sustain himself? T mean 
subsist at any cost; you shall want ere I shall, business is business.' 



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holy dissimulators and crafty deceivers would rapidly die off or be 
eaten off; for in the clash of naked interests, the Best and Bravest 
only could possibly survive; and no one would ever dream of 
including them among the Best or Bravest. 



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Count Leo Tolstoi, undoubtedly the ablest modern 
expounder of primitive Christliness, in a much translated volume, 
entitled: "Work While Ye Have Light," writes thus;— "Our Faith 
tells us that bliss is to be found, not in resistance, but in submission; 
not in riches, but in giving everything away; we have not quite 
succeeded in casting off every habit of violence and property." 

To the most inept understanding, could any proposition be 
placed in a clearer light? Is it not as simple as 'rolling off a log,' 
that the individual who even attempts to become a true and honest 
Christian must become like unto a tame sheep? What a sublime 
Ideal? How heroic? 

The bliss of a sheep! How superlatively delightful? How 
divinely glorious? And a Jew as the Good Shepherd, who leadeth 
his lambs "to green pastures, and quiet resting places, the pleasam 
waters by." For two thousand years or so, his fleecy flocks hav 
been fattening themselves up with commendable diligence— for tl 
shearing-shed and the butchers-block. 

Let any nation throw away all 'habits of violence,' a 
before long it must cease to exist as a nation. It will be laid unclt 
tribute — it will become a province, a satrapy. It will be taxed anc 
looted in a thousand different ways. 

Let any man abandon all property, also, all overt resistance 
to aggression and behold, the first sun will scarcely have sunk 
down in the West before he is bondservant, a tributary, a beggar 



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better buried out of sight. Our cities are literally honeycombed with 
treasure caverns, heaped up with gold, title-deeds, silver and 
instruments of credit; our valleys and our mountains are actually 
bubbly with wealth untold; and yet, poor miserable 'servants of 
Christ' pass idly by. Men, they call themselves! I call them— 
castrates. 

If Tolstoi's obsequious principles are derived from the 
Sermon on the Mount, then who can deny but that the Sermon on 
the Mount is a sermon unto decay and slavery? If they are derived 
from the Golden Rule and if the Golden Rule is the word of God, 
then can it be doubted that the word of God is the word of Fraud. 
There is far too much of this ghastly 'goodness' in the nation, far 
and away too much. It is time men who can think began to 
emancipate themselves, and consider the fact that: — Morals, laws 
and decalogues were made by liars, thieves and rogues. 

All good citizens however are hereby warned and solemnly 
advised, not to smash-up the Ten Commandments — not to burn the 
Golden Rule — not to break-up the Moral Law— for that would be 
terribly wicked! terribly! On the other hand they must obey all Law 
implicitly (no matter how it originated) and be sure (above 
everything) to order themselves lowly and reverently before 
executive officers of the Law even if in doing so, they are deprived 
of their Property and their Liberty forever. Obedience, you see, is 
of God 'who so loveth the world,' but Disobedience is horrible and 
of the Devil, and the Devil is a frightful rascal, who has not the 
slightest respect for anybody or anything; not even the American 
Constitution. Let us curse the Devil then and obey — the Law. 

Liberty is honestly definable, as a state of complete bodily 
and mental self-mastership (which includeth the possession of 
property; also defensive weapons) and thorough-going 
Independence from all official coercion or restraint. Liberty in the 
conventional sense is a miserable Lie. 

To be independent is synonymous with proprietorship. To 
be property-less and unarmed is the condition of actual dependence 
and servitude. Unarmed citizens are always enslaved citizens, 
always. Liberty without Property is a myth, a nursery tale, 



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believable only by babbling babies, and 'fools-in-th'-forest' — fools 
in th' city, also. 'Liberty Regulated by Law' is, in practice, tyranny 
of the darkest and foulest description, because it is so impersonal. 
There are numerous worthy, reasonable and practical methods 
whereby individual tyrants may be removed; but a tyranny 
'regulated by Law' is only removable by one method — the sword 
in the hands of men who are not afraid to use it, or to have it used 
against them. That is to say — the Sword in the hands of the 
Strongest. 

During the whole course of human history, there is not upon 
record, one authentic instance wherein a subjugated people has ever 
regained property-holding Liberty, without first butchering its 
tyrants (or its tyrant's armed slaves in battle,) thereafter 
confiscating to its own use the lands and realized property that 
previously had been in the possession of its defeated foes and 
masters. This statement is made with cool deliberation and 
aforethought. Let it be disproved by any one creditable example to 
the contrary, and the Author is prepared to forfeit 50,000 ounces of 
pure gold and enough 'dimes and dollars' to erect in Chicago a 
bronze statue of 'Our Blessed Redeemer' (crown of thorns and all) 
100 cubits higher than the Masonic Temple. This offer is strictly 
bona-fide and shall remain open till 1906, so that philosophers, 
editors, statesmen, divines (and other accomplished liars) may have 
enough time to blind themselves, wading through National 
Archives, and the putrid rubbish heaps that men call Public 
Libraries. Should some or all of said Mutual Admiration Society 
maniac-geniuses go blind, also deaf, dumb, and silly: this wicked 
old world may probably whoop with delight — should it happen to 
hear of the fact. 



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During the three years of Christ Jesus's peripatetic 
trappings, he never said anything that had not been better said a 
thousand times before, by Dervishes, Spellbinders and Mahatmas. 
Neither did he do anything that had not previously been better 



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done, by the jugglers and wonder-workers of Egypt, India and 
Assyria. Not a few of his 'miracles' are to this day, part of the 
ordinary stock-in-trade of fortune-telling gypsies, third-class 
strolling players, and charlatans in general. 

The very phrase that 'He' uses to sum-up and memorize 
'His' patent Cure-all, was undoubtedly stolen (directly or 
indirectly) from Plato, the Rig Veda or Confucius. The Golden Rule 
is not only a snare and tangle, but it also — is a literary piracy. 

"He raised the dead," you indignantly protest. And even 
supposing that he did, wherein is the positive advantage? What is 
gained by restoring vitality to the decomposing corpse of an animal 
that may be so easily duplicated — an animal that is a positive 
nuisance, numerically. What is the 'good' of breathing the 'breath 
of life' into an odorous winding-sheet-full of maggots and mouldy 
bones? Are there not plenty of animalcula on earth, without 
dragging them out of tombs? (Especially are there not plenty of 
leprous Asiatics?) Death and destruction are necessary to the health 
of this world and, therefore, as natural and lovable as birth and life. 
Only priests and born cowards moan and weep over dying. Brave 
men face it with approving nonchalance. 

"Come lovely and soothing Death, undulate around the 
world. Serenely Arriving! Arriving! In the day, in the night; to all, 
to each. Sooner or later, delicate Death."* 

He fed the hungry — but to what end, I say? Why should a 
famishing multitude be fed by a god? And that too, in a land said to 
be flowing with milk and honey! Would not such a mob be far 
better dead? Would not Napoleon with his cosmic 'whiff of grape- 
shot' be just the right man for such an occasion? From the 
harmonious nature of things, it is clear that men were intended to 
feed themselves by their own personal exertions or perish like dogs. 
He therefore, who 'feeds the hungry,' is really encouraging 
poltroonery (which includeth all other crimes) for men who quietly 
starve within reach of abounding plenty are — all poltroons. 

"He clothed the naked," you shriek; and why, it may be 

* Walt Whitman's "Ode to Death" 



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asked, should 'the naked' be clothed— they being able bodied? 
What right have they to broadcloth and fine linen? If men possess 
not enough sense to clothe themselves (in a literal Weaving Mill of 
inexhaustible looms) why should a 'God' — the son of a ghost, 
come down from Cloudland (via a Jewess maiden's womb) to robe 
such groveling, miserable hounds in swaddling clothes made of 
cotton or wool? 'Clothing the naked' is purely a business affair. 

Here, it may be suggested en-passant — is the wearing of 
garments, in itself, a natural and necessary condition of adult 
existence? It certainly does not render the 'human form divine,' 
more healthy or more beautiful to gaze upon (although it may 
prevent Tenderlings from perishing of cold.) Was it really intended 
that the man-animal only, should wrap itself up from birth to death 
in layer over layer of disease-breeding rags? Was there not a secret 
vital strength in the wind and rain and storms that whirled round 
our forefathers giant limbs and shaggy brows? All ethnic legends 
tell us that our first parents were most elegantly attired in glorious 
sunshine and gaudy fresh air. Who ever saw a Cherubim painted in 
pointed shoes, pantaloons, cuffs, collars, and overcoat; or a 
smirking angel in bloomers, steel-ribbed corsets, and a delicate 
little '0! dear me! how awfully awful!' style? Clothing serves most 
effectively to hide the abominable physical deformity of modern 
men and women, just as superficial educationalisms serve to hide 
their dwarfed minds. If they were to perambulate around in the 
nude, even the street curs would bark at them out of sheer terror. 
Indeed, they would be more hideous to the eye than the stuffed 
scarecrow that adorns a relative's harrowed field; and at which our 
old dog "Danger" generally barks himself into hysterics over, 
whenever he gets off the chain. 

What a horrible sight a crowd of free and independent 
electors would be, all sitting in solemn conclave, sucking their 
thumbs, absorbing political opiates and divine euthanasia? Just 
think of it! (Even Carlyle the dyspeptic would faint at the sight.) 
The very conception of such a saddening horror makes one ill. It 
would be as if they all had just emerged from a tomb, a tomb of 
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Physical distortion and mental malformation are the direct 
result of two thousand years of bad-breeding: that is to say, of 
Mongrelism, of Democracy, of Equality, of Moody-and- 
Sankeyism. Christian-ism, originating in the despairful and 
fallacious philosophy of a Crucified Wanderer (suffering from 
acute morbus sacer) is now developed into an organized and 
world-wide conspiracy of Clericals, Politicals and Decandents 
directed en-masse; with Jesuitic cunning against all the primitive 
and Heroic Virtues. 

Our clean-skinned 'heathenish' ancestors with all their vital 
forces unimpaired, were really the nobler type of animal. We on the 
other hand, with our corrupt irresolute, civilized hearts, our 
trembling nerves, our fragile anemic constitutions are actually the 
lower, the viler type -notwithstanding the baseless optimism that 
courtly rhymers drivel into their "Heirs of all the ages," etc., etc. 

No people can long retain hardihood and independence, 
whose minds become submissive to a False Ideal. 



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Blessed are the Strong for they shall possess the earth — 
Cursed are the Weak for they shall inherit the yoke. Blessed are the 
Powerful for they shall be reverenced among men -Cursed are the 
Feeble for they shall be blotted out. 

Blessed are the Bold for they shall be masters of the 
world -Cursed are the Humble for they shall be trodden under 
hoofs. Blessed are the Victorious for victory is the basis of Right — 
Cursed are the Vanquished for they shall be vassals for ever. 

Blessed are the battle-blooded, Beauty shall smile upon 
them- Cursed are the Poor-in-Spirit, they shall be spat upon. 
Blessed are the Audacious for they have imbibed true wisdom - 
Cursed are the Obedient for they shall breed Creeplings. 

Blessed are the iron-handed, the unfit shall flee before 
them- Cursed are the haters of battle, subjugation is their portion. 
Blessed are the Death defiant, their days shall be long in the land- 
Cursed are the feeble brained, for they shall perish amidst plenty. 



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Blessed are the Strong lor they shall possess the earth. 
Cursed are the Weak lor they shall inherit the yoke. 
Blessed are the Powerful lor they shall be reverenced among men. 
Cursed are the Feeble lor they shall be blotted out. 
Blessed are the Bold lor they shall be masters ol the world. 
Cursed are the Humble 
lor they shall be trodden under hoots. 
Blessed are the Victorious 
lor victory is the basis ol Right. 
Cursed are the Vanquished 
lor they shall be vassals lorever. 
Bles'sed are the Battle-blooded, Beauty shall smile upon Ihem. 
Cursed are the Poor-in-Spiril, Ihey shall be spat upon. 
Blessed are the Audacious lor Ihey have imbibed true wisdom. 
Cursed are the Obedient lor they shall breed Creeplings. 
Blessed are the Iron-handed, the unfit shall llee before them. 
Cursed are the Haters ol Battle, subjugation is their portion. 
Blessed are the Death-defiant, their days shall be long in the land 
Cursed are the Feeble-brained for they shall perish amidst plenty 
Blessed are the Destroyers ol False Hope, they are true Messiahs. 
Cursed are the God-adorers, Ihey shall be shorn sheep. 
Blessed are the Valiant lor Ihey shall obtain great treasure 
Cursed are the Believers in Good and Evil lor Ihey are Irightened by shadows. 
Blessed are they who believe in Nothing, never shall it terrorize their minds. 
Cursed are Ihe "lambs ol God", they shall be bled "whiter than snow" 
Blessed Ihe man who hath powerful enemies, they shall make him a hero. 
Cursed is he who "doeth good" unlo others, he shall be despised. 
Blessed Ihe man whose loot is swift to serve a Iriend, he is a friend indeed. 
Cursed are the Organizers ol Charities, Ihey are propagators of plagues. 
Blessed are the Wise and Brave lor in the Struggle Ihey shall win 
Cursed are the Unlit lor they shall be righteously exterminated. 
Blessed are the Sires of Noble Maidens, they are the salt ol Ihe earth 
'Cursed Ihe Mothers ol Strumous Tenderlings lor Ihey shall be shamed. 
Blessed are Ihe Mighty-minded for they shall ride Ihe whirlwinds. 
Cursed are they who teach Lies for Truth, Ihey are abomination. 
Blessed are Ihe Unmerciful, their posterity shall own Ihe world. 
Cursed are Ihe famous Wiselings, their seed shall perish off Ihe earth. 
Thrice cursed are the Vile for fhey shall serve and suffer. 




WHGHTIS RIGHT 



Blessed are the destroyers of false hope, they are the true 
Messiahs — Cursed are the God-adorers, they shall be shorn sheep. 
Blessed are the Valiant for they shall obtain great treasure — Cursed 
are the believers in Good and Evil for they are frightened by 
shadows. 

Blessed are they who believe in Nothing, never shall it 
terrorize their minds — Cursed are the "lambs of God,' they shall be 
bled 'whiter than snow.' Blessed is the man who hath powerful 
enemies, they shall make him a hero — Cursed is he who 'doeth 
good' unto others, he shall be despised. 

Blessed is the man whose foot is swift to serve his friend, 
he is a friend indeed — Cursed are the organizers of Charities, they 
are propagators of plagues. Blessed are the Wise and Brave, for in 
the Struggle they shall win — Cursed are the unfit for they shall be 
righteously exterminated. 

Blessed are the sires of Noble Maidens, they are the salt of 
the earth — Cursed are the mothers of strumous Tenderlings for they 
shall be shamed. Blessed are the mighty-minded for they shall ride 
the whirl-winds — Cursed are they who teach Lies for Truth, and 
Truth for Lies for they are an abomination. 

Blessed are the Unmerciful, their posterity shall own the 
world — Cursed are the Pitiful for they shall receive no pity. Blessed 
are they destroyers of Idols for they shall be feared by tyrants — 
Cursed are the famous Wiselings, their seed shall perish off the 
earth. Thrice cursed are the Vile for they shall serve and suffer. 

Contrast this with an orthodox Sermonette, one that is 
repeated every seventh day in thousands of sacred sanctuaries by 
consecrated black-robed clericals, who have been specially trained 
from boyhood to weepfully, unctuously rehearse the same with 
upturned eyes and a skillful snuffle or in classic diction, sounding, 
sonorous, nay! Sublime — as suits the occasion. 
Dearly Beloved Brethren!!! 

Gawd answers all who kneel and pray, is a Trewth accepted 
day by day. Behold! their bright and joyful lot, who've faith in what 
Christ Jesus taught! 

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your natural share; that would be wrong; but, creep and sigh and 
'you '11 go to heaven when you die.' 

For the meek and humble who obey, there 's a happy and far, 
far away; but a fearsome, fiery brimstone pit, shall melt their 
marrow, who won't— submit. 

If foe men smite you on one cheek, turn round the other, 
tearful, meek; if perjured knaves your votes betray: come 'wicked 
sinners, ' kneel and— pray. 

If Hebrews fleece and flay your hide, heaven 's gates for you, 
shall open wide; Christ your Shepherd, won't lead astray, Of 
Lambs of God! come bleat and pray. 

If bruised and beaten, shorn and sold, you're sure of stalls 
in your Father's fold; but— robbers rob, or rulers slay! Hell roast 
your souls for ever and aye. 

If elected persons invade your wealth, with bribes and lies 
or deadly stealth, and threat your bones with a bannered host; 
Christ is your refuge and the Holy Ghost. 

You'll triumph thus 'in the dawning years' hope on! Toil on! 
In this vale of tears sing, "Rock of Ages cleft for me, O! let me hide 
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BOLDLY STAND ERECT 

Jewish books are for the Jews, 
And Jew Messiahs, too. 
But if you're not of Jewish blood, 
How can they be for you? 

To make an Idol of a book, 
Is poison for the brain; 
A dying God upon a cross 
Is reason gone insane. 

Beware of all the Holy books 
And all the creeds and schools, 
And every law that man has made 
And all the golden rules. 

"Laws" and "Rules" imposed on you 
From days of old renown. 
Are not intended for your "good" 
But for your crushing down. 

Then dare to rend the chains that bind 
And to yourself be true. 
Dare to liberate your mind, 
From all things, old and new. 

Always think your own thought. 
All other thoughts reject; 
Learn to use your own brain 
And boldly stand erect. 



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of the Web 




Chapter m 



Just as the spider weaves his silky web, to lure flies into the 
larder of his banqueting hall in order that he may, at his leisure, pick 
the flesh off their bones, so, deceitful Ideals are cunningly woven 
by dexterous political spiders, to capture and exploit swarms of 
human flies. 

What are the grandiose paragraphs of the Declaration of 
Independence, but the weft and woof of a dazing spider-web? And 
what are the American People but the flies that have been cleverly 
entangled in its gossamer meshes? For over a century this 
'Declaration' has been the parchment divinity of all public orators, 
from the curbstone dervish at the street corner, to our Elective 
Monarch in the White House. Every 4th of July, Americans 
habitually scream themselves hoarse over its sounding generalities: 
making the welkin ring with tin-horns, giant fire-crackers, flag- 
idolatry, brass bands, toy pistols and herd-bellowing generally. 
Although the great majority of them are mental and physical 
dwindlings, poverty-striken, and property-less, yet how insanely 
they delight in amusing a sardonic world with their loquacious 
flamboyant charlatanery. "We are sovereigns and equals" is their 
everlasting Barmecide chorus. "Sovereigns and Equals!" 

In all lunatic asylums may be found inmates who fancy 
themselves kings and queens, and lords of the earth. These 
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and issue imaginary commands, are the most docile and harmless 
of all maniacs. 

As for the American People of to-day: is not their written 
constitution but a cunningly constructed straight jacket— their 
moral codes, padded prison cells; their statute laws, handcuffs and 
leg-irons — their Captains of Industry, keepers and turnkeys in 
clever disguise? One hundred years ago they ostensibly 
commenced 'independent' operations with the richest continent on 
earth as their private property -their subscribed capital, and during 
the whole of that period, have they not been as busy as so many 
relays of draught beasts-of-burden, pumping the tremendous 
natural wealth out of their home soil, and pouring it over-sea into 
the cess-pools of Europe? 

Is not that the work of lunatics? The smashed and splintered 
the wooden political yoke of an English king and then proceeded to 
rivet around their necks a brand new yoke of bolted steel, which 
they forged especially to fit themselves; and which they dignified 
under the name of "Constitutional Freedom." 

Is not that also the work of lunatics? Cursed indeed are the 
harnessed ones! Cursed are they even though their harness be home 
made— even although it tinkle musically with silver bells — aye! 
even though every buckle and link and rivet thereof made of solid 

gold. 

How absurd of men to hurrah over their 'glorious political 
liberty' who have not even been able to retain possession of the 
substantial products of their own laboriousness. After a century of 
'constitutional progress,' ten per cent of the population are absolute- 
owners of ninety-two percent of all the property. 

Now, O reader! Are not these things the outward and visible 
sign of organic dementia? 



2 



The Declaration of Independence commences by 
proclaiming an unctuous falsehood, a black, degrading, self- 
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fool. With insolent effrontery it brazenly proclaims as 'a self 
evident truth' that 'all men are created equal' and that they are 
'endowed by their Creator* with certain inalienable rights'— rights 
which it thereupon proceeds to define in canting phraseology, 
imbecile and florid as it is false. 

Indeed the mock-heroic preamble of this rhetorical 
pronunciamento is but a cunningly constructed piece of blague, 
deliberately intended to deceive and betray. It consists of a 
patchwork of plagiarized catchwords, annexed wholesale from the 
ravings of seventeenth-century Levellers, crazed puritanic Mattoids 
and eighteenth-century cretinous French Jacobeans, all mixed up 
and jumbled together with a long rigmarole of semi-meaningless, 
pretty phrases, culled mostly from an old time melodrama. 

The Declaration of Independence has less real meaning for 
present conditions than a bottled-up Indian war-whoop of the same 
period would have, if uncorked now. It is a back-number, musty, 
high smelling, and worm-eaten: only fit for the walls of a museum 
or the brain-cells of— a daft philosopher. 

Its ethical and most of its political conclusions are shams, 
deceptions and cold-blooded dishonesties — incandescent Lies- 
glorified, belauded, printed in letters of gold, but nevertheless — 
Lies. 

Indeed it has always been considered a piece of amusing 
mockery by those who really understood the secret intent for which 
it was originally constructed: viz: — as a lasso for the bellowing 
Herds, that, about one hundred years ago were beginning to run 
wild, and escape from their herdsmen, and herdsmen's stock-whip, 
in this (then) boundless New World. 

To all contemporary demagogues, the high-sounding 
phraseology of the 'Declaration is as honey from paradise.' 
Everywhere its seductive abstractions are the Avatars of anarchism, 
communism, republicanism, and scores of other zymotic 
convulsionisms. Why then should sane men continue giving lip- 

* A mythical airy being who wains about Eternity manufacturing Things out of No- 
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servke to the subtle deception? Why should they, by their silence, 
acquiesce in the malefic efforts of Organic Weaklings, (instigated 
by prattles of a false philosophy) to enforce by electioneering mass- 
pressure an impossible and hideous Equality Ideal? 

Every national appeal is now made, not to the Noblest and 
the Best, but to the riff-raff— the slave hordes-who possess less 
intelligence than night-owls. All that is brave, honorable, heroic is 
ignored tacitly, for fear of offending the deified Herd, 'the 
Majority.' 'Equality of conditions' is its debasing shibboleth and 
verily he who has temerity enough to spit upon Equality is liable to 
be horned to death. 

The 'Voice of the People' can only be compared to the 
fearsome shrieks of agony that may now and then be heard issuing 
forth from the barred windows of a roadside madhouse. 'The voice 
of God!' Alas! Alas! 



There are two methods whereby masterful, ambitious men 
may hold any population in a state of ordered subjectivity. The first 
and by far the most honorable method is through an irresistible and 
highly-trained standing army, ready to deploy anywhere; with 
mechanical precision at a telegraphic nod in order to lay down the 
Law at the cannon's mouth and sweep away all dangerous 

opposition. 

The second and cheaper method is, first of all, to inoculate 
those intended to be exploited with some poisonous political 
soporific, superstition, or theora; something that operating 
insidiously, hypodermically, may render them laborious, meek, and 

tractable. 

The latter plan has ever proved itself most effective because 
Aryan populations that would fight to the last gasp against 
undisguised military despotism may be induced to passively submit 
to any indignity or extortion, if their brains are first carefully 
soaked in some Abstract Lie. 

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was far too wide, far too sparsely settled, and far too poor in 
concentrated wealth to be effectively ruled and plundered upon the 
standing army principle, either by King George of the successful 
Junta or power-wielding Revolutionists. 

Hamilton, Hancock, Jefferson, Adams, Madison, Henry and 
all the vested material interests that stood a solid phalanx behind 
those voluble patriots cast about for some safer method of ruling 
the minds of the uninformed but extremely valorous yeomanry, 
backwoodsmen, and mountaineers. 

After mature consideration they determined to lull and lure 
the armed peasantry back again into a condition of blissful 
somnolence, by instilling into their newly aroused minds false but 
seductive political idealisms, as subtle supplements to the 
fallacious, and equally delusive, (but pre-existent) religionisms and 
moralisms. This cunning plot worked like a charm, for Equity of 
Rights seemed to puritanic minds the logical outcome of that other 
hoary old lie— 'Equality before God.' ("What a set of damned 
rascals they were!" was Governor Morris's terse, rugged, but ever 
memorable description of the Congress of smart Corruptionists that 
adopted and formally proclaimed those famous and fatal 
Abstractions.) 

Thereupon, the Sword of Power that conquered on the 
battlefield was carefully hidden away out of sight and 
'Constitutionalism' invoked to aid in the re-harnessing of the 
Conquerors of Cornwallis by their new masters. The old systems of 
Jurisprudence and Government (founded on naked force) were 
cleverly retained, even amplified, and at the same time the white 
skinned populations were cunningly proclaimed 'free and equal.' 
Never having enjoyed genuine personal freedom (except on the 
Indian border) being for the most part descendants of hunted-out 
European starvelings and fanatics, (defeated battlers) they now 
stupidly thought that they had won Freedom at last by the patent 
device of selecting a complete outfit of new tax-gatherers every 
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When we look back upon the childlike faith in 
Constitutionalism, displayed by our Revolutionary Fathers together 
with their infantile republican specifics for the redemption of 
mankind, we cannot help smiling. At every general election, since 
1776, Americans have voted solidly for increasing the despotic 
authority of their elective rulers and task-masters. Personal liberty 
is very nearly unknown (except in the newspaper) and any citizen 
who dares to think in direct opposition to the dogma of the Majority 
does so at the risk of his life, if he thinks too loudly. 

Indeed, men of the initiative and enterprise are now in the 
regular habit of purchasing immunity from Communal molestation 
by bribing legislatures and officials upon a wholesale scale. The 
State is a blackmail agency. 

Enterprises necessitating state-permits and large 
preliminary expenditures of capitol cannot be safely undertaken 
until elective satraps (Aldermen, Judges, Governors, Congressmen, 
Presidents, Senators, etc.) have first negotiated a percentage 'rake- 
off.' Neither life nor property is safe from the malignancy, revenge 
or greed of government officials or their confederates. He who 
would assert himself in this Republic, under present conditions, 
must be a man of unscrupulous acumen and shrewdness. He must 
know the exact price of every 'patriot,' with whom business brings 
him in contact and be ready to pay it without demurnay — with an 
appearance of hearty enthusiasm: otherwise it will go hard with 
him. Should he be a poor man, his chances in life are infinitesimal, 
so long as he is conscientious. No citizen 'can call his soul his 
own,' who dares to openly attack the administrative 
scoundrelism — scoundrelism based securely upon purchasable 
majority votes. Those thievish official peculators of Turkey, China, 
Persia, and Morocco would hang their heads in utter shame at their 
own clumsy methods of robbery, if they once beheld the 
magnificent mechanism and finesse wherewith American 
politicians enrich themselves by bleeding the treasuries, stealing 
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Indeed, Grand Vizers (heaven bless them) not only plunder 
living generations, but they even make Futurity contribute to their 
hungry rapacity. 

Their schemes of financial legerdemain are of unparalleled 
brilliance and grandeur. They borrow thousands of millions upon 
National Credits from the Usurers, and then proceed to apportion 
the money unto each other, under the elaborate pretense of needful 
public expenditure, redeeming the cun"ency, etc., etc. 

In order that the Jew may be secured in his usurious 'shent- 
per-shent,' oppressive taxes are laid on the Peasantry wherewith to 
pay the annual interest charge upon the Bonded Millions. All of 
these tributes are collectable (in appreciating gold) at the point of 
the Supreme Court's bayonet. However, military assistance is very 
seldom needed to enforce the tax-collectors' demands, because 
most Americans are exceptionally docile and 'good.' No need of 
coercion with a palsied people, ever eager to obey the slightest nod 
of their Masters. 

America! America! Never shall you realize the true 
meaning of thorough-going Independence and Self-Proprietorship 
until an American Cromwell or an American Caesar has signed the 
death-warrant of an American King. The Executive who sells his 
people into bondage is a Public Enemy, whether he be an elective 
Monarch or a hereditary King. Such a Scoundrel and Traitor has no 
rights that property holding Freeman are bound to respect: no not 
one. By accepting the gold of Public Plunderers he makes himself 
an Ishmaelite. His hand is against every man's hearth and every 
man's property. Therefore, every man's hand should be uplifted 
against him. 

In days not long gone by, men of our Rave have hung bribe- 
takers with scant ceremony; and even rolled the heads of Kings into 
the executioner's basket. 

If we are not to be robbed now of everything we possess and 
reduced to conditions of absolute State servitude, we must not 
shrink from doing so again. 

Despotism, if it is to be overthrown, must be fought with its 
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Majority Votes. 

As for 'the Common People,' they are energetically chasing 
shadowy paternalisms and allowing their substance to be 
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paradise of 'progress,' and 'peaceful industrial evolution,' as the 
cant phrases go. Some of these days they may possibly wake up 
(when too late) and discover with alarm and astonishment that all 
their mock iambics have been of no avail against the insidious 
growth of centralized Oligarchic Herbariums, ballot-box desolation 
and industrial imperialism. 

Americans have yet to learn that each generation must fight 
out its own good fight, and not rely for the preservation of its 
hardihood and independence, upon moth-eaten parchments nor on 
fraudulent statesmen, now in the graveyard — statesmen who spent 
them petty babblesome lives; not in doing heroic things, but in 
founding and enthroning the abominations that afflict us all to-day 
like a palsy. Our national hero-worship badly wants reconstruction. 



Many years after the 'Declaration' was issued, our written 
Constitution was constructed with much voluble sophistry and 
mimic strife. That document considered as a whole, is the most 
cunningly worded and at the same time most terrible instrument of 
Government and Mastership that any Anglo-Teutonic tribe has ever 
yoked itself up under. Pretending to 'grant' liberty and self- 
government, it practically annihilates both. Under the show of 
'guaranteeing' personal independence and civil rights, it has 
organized an elective tyranny, wherein the mob-monarch possess 
more arbitrary authority than any dynastic despot since the days of 
Darius or Balschazzar. 

The highest crime is actually written in the 'highest law of 
the land.' 

"Thus, did the great Guile-Masters, 

Their toils and their tangles set; 

And, as wide as was the water: 

So wide was woven the net." 

Indeed the written Constitution of our Republic is a 
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got properly under way) to squeeze the very heart out of all the Best 
Elements in America. 

Our Federal government may be very appropriately 
compared to a pirate ship cleverly disguised as a friendly armed 
cruiser convoying a fleet of peaceful merchantmen loaded with an 
immense treasure and 70,000,000 passengers. When it first came to 
their 'assistance' it was-O! so kindly! so affectionate! so full of 
loving regard for its intended prey, for the welfare and bon-voyage 
of its quarry. Now, however that its forty-five ships of state are out 
in the open ocean and absolutely at its mercy, it strips off its decoy 
rig, hoists the 'Death's-head-and-bloody-bones,' opens its hidden 
portholes, runs out its round-lipped broadsides and yells through its 
editorial speaking-trumpets, "Heave to there, or you'll be blown 

out of the water." 

Thus it will be seen, the Jesuitic 'Evangel of Equality' has 
proved itself a tremendous success. It seduced the American People 
into a feeling of contentment and security till their 'bonds' and 
fetters were properly forged, polished, and neatly riveted on. 

Well fashioned, indeed, was the Net! A splendid spider web 
it has proved itself, and withal, needful. 

Under the hypnotic spell of a 'free and equal' dream, 
Americans have been hustled into a convict-prison of labonousness 
to piratical masters a thousand times more terrible and more 
unyielding than any history can describe. All that is now left of 
Liberty is its name, and the harmless privilege the common people 
have of scolding their Proprietors in vulgar editorial diatribes at or 
about election times. Occasionally they do descend into the streets, 
indulging in sanguinary vociferations upon the same general 
principle that impels a mangy cur to howl most dismally, if struck 

with a brick. 

The conflict between the masters and the helots is over for 
the present and the masters having conquered are in possession of 
the booty and the field. Hark! the songs of victory — the flap of the 
battle-pennons! 

Indeed, considering all the circumstances, the common 
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remain in hell. Their position is that of a worm trying to escape 
from its hole in a heated burning log; if it runs to the right it runs 
into heat and smoke, if it runs to the left it runs into blazes. A few 
minutes more and it is roasted alive. 

Even should America's servile multitudes appeal to the 
arbitrement of Physical Force, they cannot possibly win. 
Possessing neither the strength, courage, brains, arms, money nor 
leaders, they must be blown into eternal fragments by their master's 
highly trained artillerists, and scientific destroyers. 



The citadel of Power is now consolidated and prepared with 
the most improved armaments to repel any assault, no matter how 
well sustained. The nation is intersected in all directions with iron 
highroads and splendid waterways, whereon armies and navies may 
be moved from city to city with facility and dread effect. The War 
of Secession (or rather the war for the annihilation of self- 
government) demonstrated conclusively that a Centralized 
Authority, resting on herd-votes of the vulgar and fanatic is (in 
practice) military Absolutism. There is no other Power in the land 
that can effectively hold it in check. The Czar of Russia possesses 
less actual authority than our Federal Government. With a standing 
army in the hollow of its hand, it can do exactly as it pleases, i.e. if 
it can collect enough revenue to purchase 'statesmen' and pay the 
salaries of its praetorian cohorts. 

Most Americans are only now beginning to perceive these 
things, but they were foreseen (and also foretold in part) by clear- 
sighted individuals before the Constitution itself was formally 
Enthroned. 

Today all the old sphinx questions are up again for solution. 
No man of balanced sense can honestly believe that these problems 
are to be settled by ballot box stuffing of editorialism. Settled they 
must be upon 'the good old rule, the simple plan,' and thereafter 
settled and re-settled again and again; for, there is no finality in 
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basis of all human greatness and material strength must 'settle' the 
tyranny of the greatest number, probably with fire and steel. All 
other theories are chimeras — lies — delusions — make-believe and 
of no account. 

The Philosophy of Power has slumbered long, but whenever 
men of sterling worth are found, it must again sweep away the 
ignoble dollar-damned Pedlarisms of to-day and openly, as of old, 
dominate the destiny of an emancipated and all-conquering race. 

What is viler than a government of slaves and usurious 
Jews? What is grander than a government of the Noblest and the 
Best — who have proved their Fitness on the plains of Death? 

Cromwell and his Ironsides — Caesar and his Legions shall 
be born again; and the thunderous tread of Sulla's fierce destroyers 
shall roll and rumble amid the fire and glare and smoke of 
crumbling constitutionalisms: "as it was in the beginning, is now, 
and ever shall be" — warfare without end. 

Yawping politicians may harangue base city mobs of 
hirelings and Christlings with "Alas, poor Yorick!" rhapsody, as if 
struggle and strife were the evil of all evils. Figures of speech, 
however, cannot breathe the breath of life into feline philosophies 
that never have had the slightest foundation in Fact. The survival of 
the Fittest — the Toughest is the logic of events and of all time. They 
who declare otherwise are blind. The chief point is this: that Fitness 
must honestly demonstrate itself not by ignoble theft and theory, 
but by open conflict as per Darwin's law of battle. 




How can citizens be honestly described as free and equal 
who are not, who never were 'free and equal' in any reasonable 
sense of the phrase? How can they be even considered men, whose 
whole lives are governed by cast-iron regulations; whose every 
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whose secret thoughts are in a constant state of silent repression? 

It is no apology whatever to affirm that the people 
themselves enact all laws they are commanded to obey. Even that 
statement is a falsity and if it were true; it would not justify 
majority Dictatorship of any other kind of Dictatorship. 

The Constitution, under which all other laws are born, was 
accepted, not by us, but by bewigged individuals who are long 
since rotten. We are ruled, in fact by cadavers — the inhabitants of 
tombs . 

Why should agreements made by coffined dead men, bind 
and mortgage living, pulsing, breathing beings? 

Their bones have long ago mouldered into ozone and 
fertilizers, who drew up and signed the Bill of Rights, Magna Carta, 
the Sermon on the Mount, the Declaration of Independence, our 
Glorious Constitution, etc., etc. Rotten are the brains that concocted 
them and the fingers that signed them and sealed them. Equally 
rotten are their irrational and infantile philosophies. Rotten also in 
their heart, are the men who obey under compulsion voices from 
the tomb. 

No doubt those old documents served their purpose at the 
time, but 'new occasions teach new duties,' and new ages require, 
not only new leaders, but new deeds. 

Again, most Acts of Congress are the Machiavellian work 
of eminent rogues, curse them whose very names are almost 
forgotten except by partisan chroniclers and printers of public 
school histories. 

As for the Common Law, it is an inheritance from those 
interesting old days, when Saxon and Norman earls (they were 
genuine noblemen then, for they had won their position by risking 
their lives in battle) administered 'Justice' direct, per media of 
knotted clubs, hilted knives, and long handled cleavers. That was 
the only kind of 'Law' understood by our 'uncivilized' forefathers, 
for they had not been 'educated' into the profound conviction that 
governments and laws 'derive all their just powers from the consent 
of the governed.' Such an expression would have sent them into 
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excellent fool. 

No doubt our ancestors were somewhat rude in their 
manners, somewhat deficient in sweetness and culture, but in 
manners of frozen fact they were decidedly logical. They did not 
sneak to public meetings and swagger about 'Liberty,' 'Justice,' and 
'Equality of Opportunity,' or 'Rights of Man,' when they knew full 
well that not only their lives, but everything they nominally 
possessed was 'by leave' of their conquerors and proprietors. They 
accepted their position pro-tern, and when again ready, honestly re- 
entered the doom-ring to test anew their Fate. 

If they could come alive again how those old Pirates and 
Freebooters would stare in shame and scorn at the sight of their 
'tenderfoot' posterity, walking up in solemn, horny-handed, hump- 
backed procession in shoddy rags, before an idol-altar called a 
ballot-box, dropping into its gilded maw, printed invocations for 
Justice, Mercy, Liberty, "Peace in our time O! Lord" — 
Protection,— Cheap Money,— "more laws! more laws! more laws!" 
How our blonde, clean-limbed ancestors would guffaw? Indeed, 
they would probably keep on guffawing, till they guffawed 
themselves to death again. 

"Oh!" they would say:— "to think that our seed should have 
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But, Equality before the Law is all we mean, whimpers the 
everlasting sophist— the cunning liar! Let us see! By what rational 
method can any two litigants be placed in a position of 
unconditional 'Equality before the Law?' First of all, plaintiff and 
defendant always possess totally different physical and mental 
characteristics, different personal magnetisms, and — different sized 
bank balances. Also, all judges, juries, and legal officials are 
unequals in temperament, ability, courage, and honesty. Each one 
has his own peculiar idiosyncrasies, prejudices, inferiorities, 
superstitions, and — price. Each again, may be more or less 
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bias . No two men are born alike, each one being literally born under 
his own particular star, formed of different material, swayed by 
different ideals, educated and moulded in a different mill, by a 
different process. 

Even if all tribunals of Justice were founded upon blind 
Impartiality and administered free of cost, it will be plainly seen, 
that 'Equality before the Law' remains a mere chimera, a dream; 
and of no real value. 'Equality before the Law' is just a meaningless 
catchword, something like that famous Jesuitism — 'Liberty 
regulated by Law.' 

Statute Law may formally confer equal rights and privileges 
upon unequal citizens, but it cannot enforce itself— it must execute 
its mandate through human media and that media is full up to the 
brim with superiorities, inferiorities, and inequalities. 

No legalism has even been devised that Strength can not 
drive its coach and four through. And it is a popular proverb (in all 
lands) that somehow, there is "one law for the rich and another for 
the poor." Indeed the poor can never be placed upon an equality 
with the rich — not even by the pillage of the rich. 

Whether they are the Fittest or not, the present proprietors 
of Wealth should never permit themselves to be plundered without 
savage struggle. 

Sooner or later, the hour of this struggle in its acute form 
shall arrive, but the Rich must not dread it. If they prepare in time, 
the result shall not only justify their mastership, but render it 
impregnable — if they are Fit. To be respected and secure, 
Aristocracies must rest themselves upon a Sworded Might, not 
upon paper-credits, consols, and bond issues. 

Should the Opulents be conquered and pillaged, that in 
itself will be conclusive evidence that they are neither the Fittest 
nor the Best. Upon this earth there is no such thing as Equal Justice. 
All legal tribunals are based, not upon ideal concepts of 
Justice and Fair Play, but upon effective armed Strength. This is a 
truism. Robbery under arms, laid the corner stone of every Court 
House in Christendom and elsewhere. How then can the robbers 
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hawk be placed in positions of genuine equilibrium before 
removable officials, specially paid and appointed to 'vindicate the 
Law' —that is to give forcible effect to the Dicta of the Strongest? 

All judges are authorized avengers, armed to the teeth, and 
all hangmen are licensed assassins, trained to kill. These words are 
not spoken in disparagement. Assassins and avengers! Ha! If that 
be so 

Truly they that 'seek the Lord' do suffer hunger, but lions 
seek for prey. 

When an army of occupation settles down upon an enemy's 
territory, it issues certain rules of 'procedure' for the orderly 
transference of the property and persons of the conquered into the 
absolute possession and unlimited control of the conquerors. These 
'rules of procedure' may at first take shape as orders issued by 
military generals, but after a time they develop themselves into 
Stature Books, Precedents and Constitutions. Indeed all Law is 
now and ever has been, the mandate of successful belligerents or 
rather the mandate of the few masterful personalities that ever 
inspire them. 

Equality before the Law, is thus a contradiction in terms for 
Law itself is an incarnation of Inequality. It is true only in the 
subjective sense, that all who obey the Law are equally the servants 
of those who make it or caused it to be made. 

Drum-head court martials are really Law Courts in embryo. 
Congresses and Parliaments are merely committees of rapacious 
tax-gatherers. Legislators may describe themselves as 
'representatives of the people,' but that is only a cunning 
masquerade. Their chief vocation is to strengthen 'the Law," uphold 
'the Constitution,' vote the annual 'Appropriations' and devise 
ways and means of exploiting the nation or of permitting it to be 
systematically looted by their accomplices, or — their Masters. 

The principles that govern a 'hold-up' are the self-same 
principles that govern government. No government on earth rests 
on the consent of the governed. 

It is reasonable therefore for a confederation of masterful 
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their intended victims. The idea is absurd on the face of it. 
Brigandage necessitates inequality: and every government on earth, 
is organized and enthroned Brigandage.* 

Las Casas, the Spanish Jesuit, was the first in America to 
spread word about the false, subversive, and shameful theory of 
'equal human rights,' but since his time it has been boastfully 
accepted on all sides, by vast hordes of witless persons who are in 
all countries, the numerical majority. "The race of fools" as Plato 
sagaciously remarked, "is not to be counted" — not even in this — 
'land of the free.' 

Although Equality (in any shape) has never been 
scientifically proven nor logically defended: nevertheless it passes 
from tongue to tongue, from brain to brain in current discussions 
for 'gospel truth'— just as clever counterfeit coins are passed 
unuspectingly from hand to hand. 

The Equality superstition is tolerated by clear-seeing men, 
for one reason only. It assists them to govern the thoughts: and by 
governing the thoughts, to exploit the property, energy, and labor- 
force, of their soft-minded, good natured neighbors: who really 
believe it to be true— who think it, glad tidings of Great Joy. 

Behold! when the fraudulent 'equality of natural rights' 
evangel is mellifluously poured forth in the Market Places by suave 
dollar-hunting attorneys or half educated mechanics, even those 
staid citizens (whose whole life is of it a direct disproof) lead the 
roaring, raving, yelling crowd in its maniacal bellowings. 

Lo! the Angel of Lunacy is camped in their souls! 



Every atom of organic matter has its own vital peculiarity. 
Every animate being is different in osseous structure and chemical 
composition. Ethnology, Biology, History, all proclaim Equality to 
be a myth. Even the great epics of antiquity are all glorifications of 

* "Have we not shown that government is essentially immoral? " —Herbert Spencer 



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inequality: inequality of mind — inequality of birth, of courage or 
condition. Can equality of body, equality of mind, equality of 
origin, equality before the law or any other kind of 'equality' be 
demonstrated by any one fact? 

Mentally and morally, every breathing being is a self poised 
monad- a differentiated ego. No two germs, planets, suns, or stars, 
are alike. Among the higher vertebrates this is especially so, and 
consequently, the only law that men ought to honor or respect; is 
the law that originates, and finds its final sanction in themselves — 
in their own consciousness. 

Inequality is summed up in the scientific axiom "inferior 
organisms succumb, that superior organisms may survive, 
propagate, and possess." In other words, the proper place for 
Lazarus is to rot among the dogs. And the proper place for Caesar is 
at the head of his irresistible legions. 

From the soles of his feet to the crown of his head -the 
bones, skin, and flesh of his body -even the grey brain pulp -the 
electric nerves and tissues — mental ganglia and internal viscera of 
a man belonging to the African, Mongolian, Semite, or Negrito 
breeds are all fundamentally different in formation, constituents, 
and character; from the corresponding anatomical sections in men 
of Aryan descent. The points of non-resemblance may be 
superficially imperceiveable, but they are organic — deep seated. 

Notwithstanding the dexterous writers of strategic fables, 
dross is dross, gold is gold, and some men are better, born nobler, 
born braver than others . 

Aristocracy by birth rests upon an unalterable scientific 
basis of heredity and selection; but an aristocracy or money rests 
mainly upon bolts and bars, i.e. upon laws that may be abrogated at 
a moments notice. 

Though unable to reason out in logical sequence their 
inherent abhorrence of social and racial equality, most men 
instinctively detest it— in practice. 

What white father for example, would encourage the 
marriage of a hulking thick-skulled Negro with his beautiful and 
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to the matrimonial embraces of a Chinaman, a Coolie or the leper- 
hugs of a polluted 'mean white?' Are there ten such citizens even in 
North America, where equality of birth and condition is so much 
speechified and — never seen? Are there five? Is there one who 
would not rather see the daughter of his loins, stiff, stark and cold 
in her shroud? Should that one exist (he being of sound mind) let 
him speak. Then and only then, can this diabolical gospel of 
intrinsic equality be reconsidered. 

Meanwhile, plain practical citizens are justified in 
regarding it, not as a self-evident truth, but an insolent, malignant 
and abominable lie — a lie that shall yet be stamped out forever, 
with blood and fire. 

You have only to look at some men, to know that they 
belong to an inferior breed. Take the Negro for example. His 
narrow cranial development, his prognathous jaw, his projecting 
lips, his wide nasal aperture, his simian disposition, his want of 
forethought, originality and mental capacity: are all peculiarities 
strictly inferior. Similar language may be applied to the Chinaman, 
the Coolie, the Kanaka, the Jew, and to the rotten-boned, city 
degenerates of Anglo-Saxondom, rich and poor. Vile indeed are the 
inhabitants of those noxious cattle kraals: London, Liverpool, New 
York, Chicago, New Orleans: and yet, in those places is heaped up 
the golden plunder of the world. 

Ethnographists of the very highest authority, assert that over 
then thousand years ago, the black, white, and yellow types of men- 
animals were as pronounced, and as ineffaceable as they are to-day. 
The hieroglyphics and records of ancient tombs and monuments, 
cuneiform inscriptions, antiquarian researches, and the systematic 
study of pre-historic skulls and skeletons all bear the same uniform 
testimony. 

Inequality of birth and condition, can never perish from off 
the earth. Never! and why should it? Who can fill the valleys up and 
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Even the giddy doctrinaire who so cunningly concocted the 
bombastes-furioso fictions of the Declaration* could not apparently 
have believed them himself. Was he not a slave-driver (residing 
among slave-drivers) who bought and auctioned human cattle for 
dollars and cents all the days of his life'! No doubt for purposes of 
state-craft and necessary war-craft he wove his philosophic 
preamble of Strong Deceit. Probably also, he was comparatively 
honest, and even sincere but among the alluring priests of 
Unreason, the most dangerous is the fanatical propagandist. 

When Jefferson dictated his fatal and untenable 
abstractions, he was not even original but plagiarized Zeno the 
Stoic, Jack Cade, Savanarola, Milton, Plato, John Ball, etc. Zeno 
said: "All men are by nature equal," but carefully refrained from 
attempting to demonstrate it. Milton defended it in his prose essays, 
Plato voiced it in his "Republic," John Ball preached it in medieval 
England, Savonarola perished trying to establish it in Florence. 
Jack Cade, Robespierre and Christ were also failures, ghastly 

failures. 

"If human experience proves anything at all," writes James 
Fitzjames Stephens, "it proves that, if the restraints are minimized, 
if the largest possible measure of Liberty is accorded to all human 
beings; the result will not be equality but inequality, reproducing 
itself in a geometrical ratio" Remove the restraints and see how 
quickly an aristocracy based on Merit would mow down an 
aristocracy based on Credit. 

In actual life, he who claims equality with another, is ever 
called upon to prove his claim, not by a grotesque abracadabra of 
silly phrases, parroted from antique philosophers or blue-mouldy 
documents but by actual deeds — that is to say, by producing his 
credentials. Constitutional theories are all very well to humbug 



* Mayhap, Franklin (who had a comic vein,) wrote them as grinning jokes. By ihv way 
every signature, attached thereto, represents a slave-holding, slave-trading constituency. 
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stridulating slaves but in a freeman's household, or business, they 
are not 'legal tender.' Among men of affairs, natural egalitarianism, 
is regarded as amusing moonshine — mere spread-eagleism, fit for 
public meetings only. Business minds thoroughly understand, 
(having learnt by bitter experience) that some men are destined by 
Nature to bear command and some to obey: aye, even for a 
thousand years before their birth. 

No one can study the laborers on a farm, the 'hands' in a big 
foundry or factory, the seamen in a large seaport, the nomadic 
hirelings on a railroad construction gang: or the clerks and 
salesmen in a city warehouse, without perceiving at a glance, that 
the vast majority of them are extremely poor specimens of 
humanity. 

The ideal type of manhood or womanhood, (that is to say, 
'Ye Thoroughbred') is not to be found among these captive 
hordes— for captives they really are. Their heads are to a large 
extent unsymmetrical, their features distorted, ape-like, 
unintelligent. Their bodies are out of all proportion, dwarfed, 
stunted, diseased, malformed, cretinous. 

Their movements are contracted, artificial, ungainly, and 
their minds (outside of routine) are utter vacuums. When compared 
with the traditional idea of Strength, Beauty, Courage, and 
Nobleness of character, they are an extremely ill-bred herd of 
cattle: exhibiting all the psychological stigmata of inherited brain- 
rot and of physical decay. "A crown of thorns on every brow — that 
is the wage they're earning now."* 

Nine-tenths of them are positively repulsive in language, 
mentality, and in general appearance. They even display an 
extraordinary low average of animality; and upon the slightest 
exposure perish off, like sheep that have the lung worm. Heated 
rooms, woolen clothing, and stimulating beverages, are the means 
whereby their watery blood is kept in languid circulation. Every 
new generation is feebler, and more debased that its predecessor. 
All the scientific evidences of metal, moral, and bodily 



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deterioration , are markedly accentuated in them and — their timidity 
is proverbial,* hard, continuous, methodical labor, destroys 
courage, saps vitality, and demoralizes character. It tames and 
subdues men; just as it tames and subdues the wild steer of the 
young cold. Men who labor hard and continuously have no power 
to think. It requires all their vital force to keep their muscles in trim. 

Indeed, the civilized city working-man and working- 
woman are the lowest and worst type of animal ever evolved from 
dust and slime and oxygen. 

They actually worship Work: and bow down before Law as 
an ox-team crouches and strains under the last. Look upon their 
shrunken cheeks, their thin lips, their narrow, retreating, irresolute 
jaws, their decayed teeth, sharp puny noses, small watery eyes, 
yellow bloodless complexions, bent shoulders, dry hair tending to 
baldness, struggling thin beard: the women with pinched features, 
waspish fragile waists, want of bust development, consumptive, 
neurotic, artificially barren, emaciated, hungry, dwarfed, hysterical. 

The minds of average workmen and workwomen, are either 
total vacuums or stuffed to the brim with every conceivable species 
of lies, iniquity, superstition, and sham. Indeed how could they 
remain in such conditions of base loathsome hirelingism, were they 
not deficient in all the Primitive Virtues— in all that is manly and 
womanly? 

Behold!— upon their brow is stamped (with red-hot cattle 
brands) the word 'damned.'' Eternally tortured are they in a patent 
purgatory invented by Politicians. Their tribulations however may 
really be but Progression in disguise, because their shameful self- 
degradation, must ultimately end in their utter extinguishment. 
Hopelessly are they entangled in the snare — hopelessly defeated. 
For them there is no escape— No! not even through fields of blood. 

Poor trembling wretches! — washing their own hands in 
their own sweat! — nay, in their own heart's blood! Born thralls are 
they — or, born madmen! 



* "The brave man may fail sometimes, but the coward fails always. 
ANGELO MOSSO. 



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Their days are without hope and their years are consumed 
for naught. When their Master speaks unto them there is trembling 
in all their joints. 

They waste their lives pursuing shadows, and for hire, build 
their own tombs. Their minds are below freezing point, nay! below 
zero! Crippled souls are they. 

They knead their own flesh into daily bread, and transmute 
their 'contrite hearts' into basins of gruel. 

They look unto idols for deliverance,* aye and grind their 
dry bones into baskets of coal. At thoughts of battle they blench 
with terror; at the sight of naked bayonets, they run like whipped 
hounds. 

Therefore, strength leapeth down upon them as the panther 
leaps upon his quarry. And in a moment of time they are blotted out. 

My soul abhorreth them as an abomination. My hand 
reacheth out to clutch them by the throat. 



10 



Heredity has ever so much more to do with social 
conditions than the majority of modern men are willing to admit. 
Judging by results, that nations ignore Birth and Breeding at their 
peril, for just as there are noble animals, there are noble men. If a 
stock-raiser throws down his dividing fences and permits all his 
cattle to mix-up promiscuously together, what kind of a herd would 
he have, say, in one decade? Nothing but weeds, hybrids, and 
mongrels! 

Now, that is exactly what nations attempt when they 
endeavor to establish an equality of privileges and of happy, 
peaceful conditions. 

The close psychological connection that exists between 
ancestry and degeneracy, crime, genius, insanity, etc., etc., is now 



* When the Roman Empire was tottering to its fall, the worship of the stale was an 
established cult, just as it is to-day. Better to adore blocks of wood or stone, than bow our 
hearts, our heads, rind our knees before those troops of Unclean Beasts-Politicians! 

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everywhere being acknowledged, thanks to the researches of 
Galton, Lombroso, Mosso, Otto Ammon, Fern, Kraft Ebbing, and 
others. 

If criminals are criminals, by descent or by birth, is it not 
equally probable that slaves are slaves by the facts of their breed 
and ancestry? Does it not also follow that heroes and strong, 
powerful, resolute, personalities, have derived their solid stamina 
from their forefathers? Indeed all history and all genealogies prove 
that this is a mathematical fact. Great men are ever the descendants 
of mighty warriors and conquerors, that is to say, of mighty 
animals. 

Von Otto Ammon cites a remarkable instance, which goes 
to prove the selective and ethnic advantages of Warfare. He states 
that all German children born during the Franco-Prussian campaign 
of '71 (also, the years immediately following) show a strikingly 
high average excellence, both of body and mind. 

The converse is equally demonstrable. Show me a herd of 
humans who have been underfed day-drudges from their youth up 
and I will show you a herd of cattle whose ancestors were, also, 
propertyiess vassals and serfs, beaten in diplomacy and in war for 
ages past. (Take the Irish peasantry and the fellaheen of Egypt as 
examples.) This statement admits of no qualification, for if one 
exception can be discovered, it will serve to prove the general rule. 
A man in the full possession of all his faculties, of leonine ancestry, 
well-born, self-contained, would rather cut his own throat from ear 
to ear with a blacksmiths rasp, than live the life of an average hired 
laborer in any civilized 'hell' on earth. 

The nexus between self mastership and breed is of 
tremendous significance. Therein is the Lost Secret. 

Undoubtedly new born infants are daily coming wailing 
into this world, with the words — statesman, tramp, wastrel, warrior, 
priest, philosopher, criminal, thief, king, slave and coward, 
indelibly branded upon their brows, their hearts and their brains. 

Our talents, our virtues and our vices, depend entirely upon 
our individual mechanism; and that mechanism is the result of 
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modified to a large extent by climate and soil. "What is bred in the 
bone, will never come out of the flesh," wrote Pilpay thousands of 
years ago. There is a pregnant ethnic philosophy in four lines 
(quoted from Keramos): 

"This clay well mixed with marl and sand, 
Follows the motion of my hand; 
For some must follow, and some command: 
Though all are made of clay." 

Although all may be made of clay in the poetic sense, it 
must never be forgotten that the clay itself is composed of 
differentiated elements. The clay that is in a Blackfellow or a 
Chinaman is not the clay that is in a Shakespeare or a Bismarck. 
Some 'clay' will grow good wheat and make very bad bricks, just 
as some breeds of animals are born to be hunters and others born to 
be hunted. Some clay will raise splendid crops, even from poor 
seed, and some never produces anything (no matter how highly 
cultivated) except thorns and weeds and nettles and poisons. The 
natures of men are moulded almost entirely by the nature of the soil 
from which they have been grown. Man is a perambulating crop. In 
some places he grows to perfection; in other localities he won't 
grow at all or runs to seed. In India the Anglo Saxon dwines and 
dwindles, but in Canada and the Northern States he even develops 
increased stamina. 

All science, all history, and all experience are unanimous in 
disproof of equal, natural rights for all men (that strident doctrine 
of the fool); and yet the insolent, proofless assertions of a Zeno, a 
Jefferson, a Jack Cade, Robespierre, or a Jewish Carpenter (when 
fantastically engrossed and framed or bound in a book) are 
passively accepted by the intellectual serfs of this degenerate 
nineteenth century, and trumpeted to the ends of the earth as a 
sublime and holy revelation. Equal ityism passes almost 
unchallenged in public orations, because to openly question its 
veracity is felt to be unpopular, and with the ignoble leaders of 
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alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end. The result in 
AngloSaxondom is simply nauseous. 

Young men are mentally mutilated, systematically 
'educated' by schools, press and literature upon fundamental 
hallucinations, pyrotechnic shams and glittering illusions- 
illusions that are the perennial source of fruitless servile uprisings, 
social heart-burnings, internecine unpleasantnesses and sundry 
other secondary symptoms of social cancer. 

Our Government Educational Systems are absolutely under 
the direct control of Politicians. These Priests-of-the-State select 
and train the teachers, vote the salaries and dictate what Truths and 
Lies the textbooks shall contain. Indeed our National Schools are 
managed upon the same Jesuitic plan, whereby the monks and 
prelates of old, successfully worked the Universal Church. "Come 
right here and we'll improve your mind free of cost," suavely saith 
the high priests of this New Idolatry-this devouring Dragon — the 
Impersonal State. So the pure-hearted, rosy-cheeked, little ones 
enter unsuspectingly. Gradually, as they are 'brought under the 
influence,' the grey brain-pulp is forced out of plastic young skulls, 
and lies, nice pretty poetic lies (mixed with unavoidable facts and 
perverted truths) skillfully injected. Did you ever see medical 
students extract the brain of a frog and then fill up the vacuum with 
pith? The frog does not die, it lives, hops about quite lively and 
seems to possess its former intelligence and vitality, but it is all 
illusion. What experimental vivisectionists do to frogs, state-priests 
do to the children of men. 

Bit by bit, with dates and lists and emasculated histories, the 
iniquitous brain-wrecking deviltry proceeds. When completed, 
young men and women are turned out with addled brains, into a 
warring world, incapables, semi-imbeciles, unable to defend or 
assert themselves— footballs of fate, ready to serve anyone. Is it not 
notorious, the ineptitude, mechanical imitativeness and want of 
initiative, displayed by state-educated young men? Instead of being 
urged to think and act for themselves, they are taught, like well- 
drilled slaves to Believe and Obey. They are even trained to glorify 
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not honest Idols of wood and stone, but Idols of sheepskin, bound 
pamphlets, variegated rags and the falsified renown of dead 
Scoundrels, i.e. Statesmen. 

It requires a stout rope, a firm post and muscular men to 
hold an unbroken colt. But when by Force and petting he has once 
been subdued, i.e. tamed, educated, saddled, bridled, he may be led 
anywhere, even with a piece of twine in the hands of a little child. 
O, ye State-Priests, so adroit, so eloquent! Ye cunning demons! Ye 
wolves in sheep's clothing! Ye corrupters of Youth! Ye generation 
of vipers! How can you escape someday from being "hung up by 
the tongue on the red-hot hooks of a real live hell." 

Thirty years ago the United States quixotically essayed to 
demonstrate racial equality with rifle bullets and bomb-shells, but 
failed most ignominiously. Southern valleys were strewn with 
Northern and Southern bones and millions of tax-treasures blown 
from the lips of cannons without any tangible result, except to 
demonstrate before an interested world, the utter failure and 
hollowness of equality principles. 

A people that deliberately enters upon a gigantic war in 
order to firmly establish a Centralized Despotism, and at the same 
time reduce itself to the social level of the Negro, the Russian Jew, 
the Coolie, the Chinaman, and the European Serf must indeed (to 
use a suggestive vernacularism) have 'wheels in its head.' 

The 'man and brother' lie has certainly succeeded in writing 
itself in a 'constitutional amendment' but in real life it is as far from 
actuality as ever it was. The 'free' Negro of New Orleans or 
Charleston is a more degraded, more despised being; and of less 
money value to his proprietors now than when it was customary to 
buy and sell him at the auction block, instead of as at present on the 
Stock Exchange. 

What the late civil war really accomplished was to degrade 
the white slave to the lower level of the plantation nigger, and in 
that respect it was a triumph of ingenuity. The Whites fought, 
actually fought each other to demonetize themselves. Equality! 
Equality ! What brilliant deeds have been 'perpetrated' in thy name? 
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was! Well indeed he knew how to 'round-up' the herd with 
bewitching phrases? 

Hark! do you hear those drunken slaves caterwauling down 
the street? Lo! it is election night! "Hurrah! hurrah!" they sing, 
"We'll sound the jubilee! Glory be to Lincoln, the man who made 
us free." In Morocco the eunuchs and other menials, bless their fate 
and the Prince, at the very time he condescends to cut their throats 
with his own hands. Americans however, are a free-born people not 
to be duped that way. 

Throughout both Northern and Southern states, the social 
chasm between the highest and lowest human organisms (whether 
white or black, or black-and-tan,) is even more pronounced now, 
than ever it was previously. For example, although the Negroes are 
a majority in many States, they are never permitted to attain actual 
administrative power and they never shall. 

You cannot paint the Negro white with laws and 
constitutions, though you write it in the fire and smoke of wars and 
revolutions. 



11 



To solemnly proclaim that 'all men are created equal' is as 
stupid and unscientific as to assert that all dogs, cattle, apes, and 
trees are created equal. 

Are there not as many diverse varieties of dogs, cattle, apes, 
and trees as there are of men, planets, germs, stars, and suns? 
Where then is the intrinsic equality between an oak tree and a 
currant bush — between a mettlesome wolf-hound and a yelping 
street cur— between a buffalo bull and a hand-fed steer— between 
an untameable gorilla of the woods and an organ-grinder's 
castrated monkey — between a cosmic-brained Bismark and that 
famous Christling, 'the good young man who died' Cannot a 
blooded bulldog whip a solid score of lean half-starved street 
mongrels? Upon exactly the same principle, a small body of bold, 
self-reliant, brainy men are ever more than a match (under any 
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What is a mechanic anyhow but a specially trained slave? — and it 
would take the spirit of 1 ,000 American slaves to make that of one 
live man. Theoretically all these organisms are of 'the same 
species,' but in the savage rush for bread, love, space and life, there 
are as much functional difference between them, as there is 
between a royal Bengal tiger and 'Mary's little lamb.' The lamb 
was made to be eaten and the tiger was made to eat it; and man was 
born to struggle as the sparks fly upwards. 

The necessities of environment make of each man, the 
enemy or rival of other men, more especially, those with whom he 
comes in direct personal conflict. Where then does equality come 
in? It does not 'come in' at all. It is an idiotic myth. There must 
always be a substratum of victimized organisms. How could the 
tiger live if there were no lambs to devour? How could there b< 
heroes if there were no slaves? How could there be great nations i 
there were no contemptible ones? 

Compare the noble qualities inherent in some dogs with the 
obsequious 'virtues' that distinguish nine men out of ten. Now, give 
to a canine or homo equal liberty of action — equal opportunity — 
equal 'rights' and what will be the result? Must not the fiercest 
fighter fatten, while the skeletons of lean weaklings project through 
their scrofulous hides? What power originating among themselves 
could dictate and enforce — equality of opportunity? 

Socialism, Christianism, Democratism, Equalityism, are 
really the whining yelpings of base-bred mongrel-multitudes. They 
howl aloud for State intervention— 'protection for suffering 
humanity'— regulated mill-grinding as it were; with the State to be 
their Supreme Idol, their God and Master, their All in All, their 
Great Panjandrum. Poor deluded base spirited 'weeds.' Truly the 
'Curse of God' is in the very marrow of their bones — in every 
pump-stroke of their dying hearts. 

The man who prays to be 'protected' by politicians, guarded 
by armed Janissaries, saved by idolatrous priests, and redeemed by 
State Regimentation is indeed a miserable sinner — a vile, 
despicable, un-manly wretch. 



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12 



No paternalistic governmental mechanism (however 
theoretically perfect), can ever keep the base-born and the well- 
born, the thoroughbreds and the hybrids, in a state of perpetual 
equilibrium. You might as well try to bind down an earthquake with 
hoop-iron, as to rule the Strong with "be it enacted." "Be it 
enacteds" were invented only to frighten captives with. 

What power on earth can permanently keep the Negro on a 
parity with the Anglo-Saxon? 

The Strong must have their way in spite of all puritanic 
proscribings, all mock moralisms, all degrading legalisms, all 
constitutional covenantings. Neither the machinery nor the raw 
material of equality has ever existed; only the dream, the idea of it. 
Equality! Equality! in that one word is summed up the accumulated 
dementia of two thousand years! The thought of it was born in the 
brain of an inferior organism: and the brains of inferior organisms 
nourish it still. 

How can beings who for ages have been born and bred to 
toil and subjectivity, ever comprehend the feelings of those who are 
free-born, and of valorous descent — of those who understand the 
cosmic law that Might is— Master? 

You cannot muzzle a tempest with a cobweb, bridle a 
volcano with a shoe-string, bottle up a cyclone in a powder horn, 
nor catch a tidal wave with a boat-hook. Neither can you put a bit 
between the teeth of the Strong. They will see you — in Sheol first. 

No artificial plan of society — no pious incantations 
however sincere and well intentioned; can ever prevent the pot that 
is of iron from smashing and sinking, the pot that is of clay — and 
why should it? If social equilibrium had been feasible, it would 
have been established ages and ages ago. It never has been 
established — and it never shall. * 



* "Man has a right to substance," wrote Thomas Paine. "Yes" replied an observant 
reader, "he has a right to live one thousand years, IF HE CAN." It is not a problem of 
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What then is the good of eternally dreaming, theorizing, and 
constructing phantom castles-in-the-air, cities of god, gardens of 
delight, upon foundations of deliberate unveracity? Let us be 
men — whole men — not clamorous, tearful little children 
demanding infantile sugar-plums. Let us face the fierce challenging 
facts of existence as boldly as our forefathers did before 'christly 
comfort and consolation' was introduced to un-man them— -not like 
crouching, cringing, terrorized, oriental pariahs. Let us not be lured 
to wholesale annihilation by sonorous Asiatic evangelisms, that 
have proved themselves worthless and unsuitable to our 
temperament, our climate, and our breed. Let us be sensible, brave, 
practical; and as Virchow somewhat trenchantly recommends: — 
"Accepting things as they really are, not as we choose to imagine 
them," — or rather as they have been imagined by dotard 
philosophers, daft poets, and castrated clerics. 



13 



The problem that we are ever called upon to solve or be 
eaten up, is not how to make life 'happy and equal' for happiness is 
a moving mirage, and equality an impossibility, but how men may 
conquer their Opportunities, surpass their Rivals, extirpate their 
Pursuers. 

The race is still to the swift and the battle to the strong. 
Beauty and booty are always the prerogatives of victorious valor. 
Woe unto the outgeneralled ones! 

"Tis a battle for bread, for love, and for breath, 
'Tis a race for life to the jaws of death."* 

Upon the island of Java there is a remarkable valley of 
death. It is literally strewed with the bones and skulls and skeletons 
of innumerable dead animals and creeping things. In the due 
season, giant turtles, five foot by three in diameter, travel up 

* P. Luftig.— "Bulletin," Australia. 



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through it from the sea, to lay their eggs. En-route, they are set 
upon by packs of wild dogs and these dogs roll the turtles over upon 
their backs and then devour them alive, by tearing out their 
unprotected entrails. When the dogs are gorged, they in their turn, 
fall an easy prey to ambushing tigers. Then hunters kill these tigers 
for their variegated skins. Rank grass springs up after the rainy 
season, through the skulls and bones that litter this tropical 
golgotha and droves of cattle gather there to fatten. Again the cattle 
are hunted for their hides, horns, and flesh, and their bones are also 
left where they fall, to manure the valley and prepare it for new 
generations of hunters and hunted. Such is in miniature, a picture of 
the every day world as it actually is. All living beings are pursuing 
and — being pursued. 

Woe unto those that stumble! Woe unto Ye who fall! 
They who accept the 'Equality, Faith, Hope, and Charity' 
ideal, in any shape or form whatever, interpret the facts of mortal 
life as they are not — as they have never been, as they can never be. 
Indeed when the animal world becomes 'moralized' and 
'equalized' it will be extinct. No doubt when contemplating the 
dark side of all this, Pascal was impelled to write with superstitious 
medieval diapason:— "I am affrighted like a man who in his sleep 
has been carried unto some horrible desert island, and there awakes 
not knowing where he is, nor how he shall escape." 

Degenerates only are thus affrighted at the tragic majesty of 
their surroundings. 

If this struggle is ordained of us, why not enter into it with 
kingly courage, with dauntless delight? Why not go forward, daring 
all things, to conquer or die? 

Is it not better to perish than to serve? 'Liberty or death' is 
not a meaningless phrase. No! it is of tremendous import to those 
who — comprehend. 

What is death that it should make cowards of us all? What 
is life that it should be valued so highly? There are worse things 
than death and among them is a life of dishonor. All men lead 
dishonorable lives who serve a master with hand or brain. 

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disappears. Why therefore not make the most of it here and now — 
Here and Now ! 

There is no 'heaven of glory bright,' and no hell where 
sinners roast. There is no Right, there is no Wrong — nor God — nor 
Son — nor Ghost. 

Death endeth all for every man, 

For every "son of thunder:" 

Then be a Lion in the path; 

And don't be trampled under. 



For us there is no rest— no Kingdom of Indolence, either on 
this earth or beyond the skies — no Isles of the Blest— no Elysian 
Fields — no garden of the Hesperides. No! No! All these magical 
legends are but fanciful waking dreams — 'fiction of mortals of 
yore.' 

Here and now is our day of torment! Here and now is our 
day of joy! Here and now is our Opportunity — to eat or to be 
eaten— to be Lion or Lamb! Here and now it is war to the knife— 
no escape — no retreat. Choose ye this day, this hour, for no 
Redeemer liveth! 

Every attempt made to organize the Future must necessarily 
collapse. The Present is our Domain and our chief duty is to take 
immediate possession thereof upon strict business principles. 

Strive therefore against them that strive against you, and 
war against them that war against thine. Lay hold of shield and 
buckler or their equivalents, stand up! Be a Terrible one in thine 
own defence. Raise up also the Clenched Hand and stop the way of 
them that would persecute you. Say unto thine own heart and soul 
"I; even I, am mine own redeemer." 

Let tern be hurled back to confusion and infamy, who 
devise thine undoing. Let them be as chaff before the cyclone and 
the Angel of Death pursue them, nay overtake them. In a pit, they 
have hidden a trap for thy feet: into that very destruction let them 
fall. Then, exultant, 'sound the loud timbrel.' Rejoice! Rejoice! in 
thine own salvation. Then all thy bones shall say pridefully "who is 
like unto me?" — Have I not delivered myself by mine own brain? 




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Have I not been too strong for mine adversaries? — Have I not 
spoiled them that would have spoiled me? 



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This circling planet-ball is no navel-contemplating Nirvana, 
but rather a cast whirling star-lit Valhalla, where victorious battlers 
quaff the foaming heart's-blood of their smashed-up adversaries, 
from the scooped out skull goblets of the slain in never-ending war. 

And behold it is good! It is good! It is very good! 

"Blending in bloody strife, 
Throat to throat, life for life; 
Struggles the human still." 

And in that invigorating struggle strength is renewable. 
Fitness to reign, propagate and possess, can there alone be tested 
with mathematical precision (in nature's majestic ludgement Hall), 
that is to say on the plains of Conquest where foeman looks into 
foeman's eye and death lurks, like a ravenous leopard, in every 
bush. 

They who claim Mastership upon any other basis than 
Conquest are Upstarts, Usurpers and ought therefore to be deposed 
without pity, and without mercy in accordance with the cosmic 
decree of ethnic displacement. Death I say!— Death! 

Life is a duel and only the Fittest can possibly hope to 
succeed. If you would Survive O reader! (in the highest meaning of 
that word) go to, and put some splendor in your deeds. Beware of 
false philosophies that equalize you with slavelings and dastards! 
Beware of fattened priestlings and tax-collecting statesmen! 

Beware the tongue that is smoothly hung, and never forget 
for one moment, that your greatest enemies upon earth, are those 
crafty courtiers who eloquently, cunningly flatter you, that they 
may first win your heart, and then skin you alive. The modern 
Mephistopheles is the soft-toned preacher in his pulpit, — the 
editorial sophist in his net-work of lies,— the political crocodile on 



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his 'planks" and his "platforms.' 

A trinity of hell-hounds are they! Oh! Would that they had 
but one neck and I was— Judge Lynch! 

America! America! in spite of all the surreptitious bonds 
that in thy sleep have been laid upon thee yet pregnant thy womb is 
with men of Nerve — men of Valor— men of Might. Lo! the hour 
approacheth when in dire travail thou shalt give birth unto 
Thunderbolts, and Joves to handle them. 

Behold that time cometh! Nay, it is at hand! But it will not 
be a period of pure delight. No! No! — it will be a day of wrath, a 
dreadful day — a day of Judgement, Tribulation, Triumph. 

And Democracy! Democracy! thou leprous thing!— thou 
loathsome disease! — thou plastic demon!— thou murderer of man! 
Many nations have bowed down to thy infection, and perished from 
off the earth, but America! America! shall wipe thee out,— thou 
blightsome malady — thou human rinderpest! 

Verily! Verily! a new nobility shall be born unto thee O 
America!— a breed of Terrible Commanders! — of Grim 
Destroyers — a nobility unpurchasable with the minted tokens of 
money-changers — a nobility of Valor, of Power and of Might — a 
nobility honorable, clear-sighted, clean-sinned, unconquerable. 




Through the Future shines the sun of splendid struggle. 
Heroic Natures there lead on, as they led at Illion. The Natural Man 
steps forth once more in all his daring grandeur, smashing unclean 
Idols, defying Gods and Laws and slave- made Morals. 



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'R* K1N*M«N MU4* ALWAYS &<• 

I* NO^NINO MOK HOM*l&L< 4NAN 
<ULtUI*AL AN^AtlONAL^j^' 




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THE PHILOSOPHY OF POWER- Condensed 

How did the government of man by man originate? 
By force of arms. Victors became rulers. 

But among us government by force is abolished? 
That is a popular delusion. It is stronger than ever. 

How is it that we do not see it clearly? 
No need of compulsion with inferiors ever eager to obey. 

How can the Mastership of man be destroyed? 
It can never be destroyed. It is essential. 

But for one man to reign over another is wrong? 
What is 'wrong?' The Strong do as they please. 

Who are the 'Strong?' 
They who conquer, they who take the spoil and camp on the 
battlefield. All life is a battlefield. 

How did subjectiveness originate? 
The first slave was a defeated fighter, afterwards tamed by hunger 
and blows. His descendants being born and trained to 
submissiveness are more tractable. All the Servile Classes are 
posterity of beaten battlers. 

Then vassalage still flourishes as of yore? 
Certainly. In the pitiless strife for existence, all weaklings and 
feeble-minded persons are justly subordinated. 

But we are taught 'all men are created equal'? 
You are taught many a diplomatic Lie. 

How can a slave recover his liberty? 
By re-conquering his conqueror. If he feels that he is not man 
enough then he must submit, cut his own throat, or die fighting 
unsubdued. 

But freedom may be granted to him? 
'Freedom cannot be granted, it must be taken.' 

Then Strife is perpetual, inevitable, nay, glorious? 
Yes! It is intended as an ordeal, a trial by combat. It unmistakably 
divides the guilty from the non-guilty. 

But that is a harsh philosophy? 
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only for the Courageous, the Strong, the Beautiful and the All- 
Daring. 

You have no comfort for the 'poor and lowly,' the 'innocent 
ones,' the 'downtrodden.' 

The poor and lowly are a creeping pestilence — there are no 
innocent ones, and the downtrodden are the justly damned — sinners 
in a hell they've made. 

You praise the Strong, you glorify the Mighty ones? 

1 do. They are Nature's noblemen. In them she delights: the 
All-Vanquishers! the Dauntless Ones! 




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the carnsvore 




Chapter Id 



It has taken countless evolutionary epochs to make man 
what he is, the most ferocious hirsute beast of prey that inhabits the 
caverns and jungles of earth. 

Can his osseous mechanism and pathologic instincts be 
summarily extinguished or reversed, merely by connecting him, per 
an electric wire, laid through the sewers of Rome, to the feeble 
dynamos of Bethlehem, and Tarsus? Can his structural anatomy, 
intended for conflict and slaughter, be transformed in a day, a year, 
or even in 'a million, million of suns?' 

To overmaster and devour his neighbor, in the reasoned 
effort to obtain food and booty, land, love, renown and gold is bred 
into the very marrow of his bones. Therefore all efforts made by 
Reformers and Messiahs, to transfigure him into a 'lamb' are 
foreordained to fathomless failure. Indeed it would be much more 
reasonable of them to attempt the transfiguration of a grizzly bear 
into a parlor poodle or propose the transformation of a bald-headed 
eagle into a gently cooing turtle-dove. 

Nearly all the prophetic demi-gods of Democracy from Paul 
and Isaiah to Carlyle and Ruskin, have ever been madly screeching 
by the roadside, vainly endeavoring to stay the march! march! 
march! of a world of bannered armies; striding grimly, sternly by. 
What are these howling prophets of Evil but dogs eloquently 
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Turn back! You are going to the devil!" is their resounding, ear- 
splitting chorus. But the human flood sweeps on silently, 
scornfully, confident, inspired as it were by some over-mastering 
instinct. "We may be going to the devil" is the unspoken retort of 
these thundering legionaries — these Nations "but even so! is not 
the Devil honest— the Destroyer of Deception! — the Disobedient 

One?" 

Can you lasso the stars with a green-hide lariat? Can you 
block the march of Might with magnificent howls of declamatory 
despair? No! No! Skyward or hell ward, man moves on and on and 
on. If there are barricades in his way, he must surmount them or 
blast them aside. If there are Wild Beasts ready to spring upon him, 
he must destroy them or they will destroy him. If the highroad leads 
through hells, then those infernos must be besieged, assailed and 
taken possession of— aye, even if their present monarchs have to be 
rooted-out with weapons as demoniac and deadly as their own. 

This world is too peaceful, too acquiescent, too tame. It is a 
circumcised world. Nay! — a castrated world! It must be made 
fiercer, before it can become grander and better and — more natural. 

Fools indeed are they who would arrest the unfolding 
process with 'humanitarian' Cagliostroism, and 'rescue the 
perishing' mummery. Maniacs are they who would ward off the 
suns blazing rays from withering souls or the blighting frosts of 
winter from hearts that are already broken. For, I doubt not, through 
the ages, one tremendous purpose runs; and maturing crops are 
ripened with the process of the suns — to be sickled down, threshed 
and rolled away. 



2 



Undoubtedly the Black Magic of the Christ Myth, 
combined with the subterranean sorcery of medieval sacerdotalism 
has partially succeeded, not only in sapping individual initiative, 
but also in suppressing in our Race many of its ancestral leonine 
traits and superb Barbarian Virtues. But as yet, it has not wholly 
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transfigured us all into teams of contented oxen and bunches of 
earmarked sheep, although that is its final hope. There are some of 
the grand old stock, left alive. Few indeed are they amidst a world 
of slaves and swine. 

The lion is still the lion, although his teeth have been most 
foully filed down by abominable moral codes; his skin made 
scrofulous with the mange and leprosy of caged peacefulness — his 
paws fettered by links of slave-voted statutes and an iron collar of 
State Officialism wound around his regal neck. 

Someday, sometime, he is destined to break through the vile 
bonds that have been cunningly laid on him, escape from the 
wasting decline that originates from unnatural confinement and 
regain once more his primitive freedom of Action. The treacherous 
legislators and illustrious statesmen, who are now so eager to teach 
him the method of growing wool like sheep and how to fit his 
battle-scarred shoulders to a horse collar, may then be sorry and sad 
(if they have time) — for he will probably chew them up. 

Great and powerful governments, Commanding Peace, 
come into existence only in ages of decadence; when nations are on 
the downward grade. If the human animal lives a natural, cleanly 
life, out on the plains and forests away, where oceans rollers crash 
along the shore, or on the banks of the pouring rivers he requires no 
police-force to 'protect' him — no usurious Jew to rob him of his 
harvests — no tax-gathering legislators to vote away his property, 
and no 'priests of the Idol' to 'save' his soul. 

It is false standards of morality that debase and enfeeble 
individuals, tribes and nations. First, in obedience to some 
sovereign code, they lose their hardihood and increase their 
numbers. Then that all may live, they become laborious, 
submissive to Regulations; and finally-with Death held up by 
priestcraft as a fearsome Terror, all personal valor fades away. Thus 
nations of spaniels are manufactured. 

The normal man is the man that loves and feasts and fights 
and hunts, the predatory man. The abnormal man is he that toils for 
a master, half-starves, and 'thinks' — the Christly dog. The first is a 
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Every belief that makes a duty of humility — that inspires 
people with 'moral' courage only, enervates their fibre, corrupts 
their spirit, and prepares them first for thralldom and then for— 
throttling. 

It is not possible to conceive of Grand Life without 
incessant rivalry, perpetual warfare and the implacable hunting of 

man by man. 

Terror, torture, agony and the wholesale destruction of 
feeble and worn out types, must mark in future, as in the past, every 
step forward, or backward in evolution, homo-culture and racial 
displacement. 

The soil of every nation is an arena, a stamping ground, 
where only the most vigorous animals may hope to hold their own. 
What is all history but the epic of a colossal campaign, the final 
Armageddon of which is never likely to be fought, because, when 
men cease to fight— they cease to be — Men. 

This old earth is strewn to the very mountain tops with the 
fleshless skulls and rain bleached bones of perished combatants in 
countless myriads. 

Every square foot, every inch, of soil contains its — man. 



The evolution (or de-volution) of mankind demands the 
perpetual transfiguration of one man into another, continuous re- 
incarnation, eternal re-birth and re-construction. Scientifically 
considered, the 'resurrection of the dead' is not an illusion. Every 
living organism is formed from the decomposed essence of pre- 
existent organisms. The 'man' of to-day is actually built out of the 
grave-mould of his prototypes; perhaps of ages long forgotten. 
Thus, without death there could be no birth-material; and without 
conflict, fierce and deadly, there could be no surpassing. 

But to individuals foolishly trained to bewail their fate, all 
these commonplace facts are agonizing. 

"When we solemnly look upon this perpetual conflict," 
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shuddering sorrow, and with boundless alarm— but how can we 
help it? Hence the veil of sadness that is spread over all nature, the 
deep indestructible melancholy of all life." 

Like many other philosophers, deceived by appearances, 
Schelling fancies savage and dreadful that which is pure, 
mischievous that which is preservative, and calamitous that which 
is benign. 

The flow of Destruction is as natural and as needful as the 
flow of water. No human ingenuity can destroy the Immolation of 
Man, nor prevent the shedding of blood — and why should it? 

Majestic Nature continues on her tragic way serenely, 
caring naught for the wails of the agonized and panic-stricken nor 
the protests of defeat; but smiling sadly, proudly (yet somewhai 
disdainfully in her passing stride) at the victor's fierce Hurrah. She 
loves the writhing of sword-blades— the rending of tradition, the 
crunching of bones, and the flap of shredded shot-torn banners, 
streaming out savagely (in the night, in the day), over the battle- 
weary, the mangled dying and the swollen dead. Christs may come 
and Christs may go but Caesar lives for ever. 

Deep, permanent, and abiding is the elemental antagonism 
between the Sociology of 'the Man of Nazareth' and the 
imprescriptible Laws of the Universe. They are as fire and water to 
each other— irreconcilable. Indeed our planetary system itself shall 
melt with fervent heat ere the Gallileans Philosophy can conquer. 

No human being can ever hope to attain 'the perfectibility 
that is in Christ.' So long as we remain animals, we shall be 
dominated by animal wants and animal passions and animal 
rivalries. 

Undoubtedly the Messiah ideal is unattainable, hopeless, 
and especially so upon its reformatory side. However the world 
loves to be deceived by some ghastly delusion and that is the reason 
perhaps, that it has taken to its bosom this rustic fable; this Gospel 
of Ineffectuality — this Evangel of Darkness— this Dream of an 
Israelite slave. "When the Assyrians and after them the Medes and 
Persians" writes Tacitus, "were masters of the Oriental world, the 
Jews of all nations, then held in subjection, were deemed the most 




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contemptible." Christ was a pariah Jew. 

Among virile conquering tribes, the Ideal Man is ever the 
all-daring Jove, the splendid Apollo, the self-reliant Achilles, of the 
Constructive Genius. It is only in centuries of dotage — in ages of 
cankersome down-going and nervous disease, that the Model Man 
becomes a Christ. The Model Man of our forefathers was Odin, a 
War Lord, but our Ideal Man is a weeping, horsewhipped Jew.* 
A Jew for a God! 

The deities of the Greeks and Vikings, Goths and Romans, 
were all (originally) mighty-men-of-valor, or virile women of 
surpassing beauty, afterwards held up (before their warlike 
posterity) as splendid examples of natural nobility, conscious 
power, daring courage, shrewdness, sexual vigor and boundless 
strength of character. The gods and heroes of antiquity spent their 
vital force in the destruction of monsters, in the seizure of new 
hunting-grounds, in the slaughtering of tyrants, and in the breeding 
of unconquerable sons. 

But Christ! the God of Christendom! the Divine Exemplar! 
'that Majestic Figure!' What godlike deed did he ever do? What 
unconquerable sons did he beget? 

If the 'first principles of Christianity' should, by an 
unforeseen miracle triumph in the elemental conflict that is 
approaching, assuredly the Anglo-Saxon is played-out, his days 
numbered, his dominion ended, his sepulchre prepared. 
Multitudinous multiplication of Unfit Millions (broods of strumous 
semi-idiots) must then proceed through dreary, barren, brain- 
paralyzing centuries, winding up perhaps in a blast of pestilential 
plague — a Black Death. 

The 'dead and alive' conditions of the 'Celestial Empire 
'will then be applied to this Western World and under the thin 
disguise of 'advancement,' 'Progress,' and 'Civilization,' an 
atmosphere of excruciating torture must be artificially created, 
hostile to all but degenerative forces as in China. In the name of 
'goodness,' 'righteousness,' and 'morality,' Woe shall be poured 



* 'Taunts and blows the portion of the slave.' Macauley. 



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out upon our Seed, as it has already been poured out on the rotten 
Swarms of the Orient. 

Congenital enfeeblement of body, together with organic 
degeneracy of mind, must then go on and on, at an ever accelerating 
ratio, until our posterity may end (as Darwin imagined we began) 
by becoming chattering apes, without sense enough to light a fire, 
crack a coconut or swing by their tails. 

Behold the modern man! this 'heir of all the ages — in the 
foremost ranks of time!' His sight, taste, smell and hearing are all 
notoriously defective. He can harness thunderbolts, but the 
unerring instinct of a carrier-pigeon is beyond him. His brain has 
become an over-heated thinking engine, but he may not read the 
Daily Morning Liar — without spectacles. He 'understands' more 
things (or thinks he does) but if suddenly removed from his 
artificial environment, he would perish helplessly as the Babes-in- 
the-Wood. He can gauge sound-waves; photograph broken bones; 
construct gigantic iron monsters; whisper across miles of copper 
wire; but, when the pointer-dog sniffs the hidden pheasant from 
afar off, this erudite Bundle-of-Nerves looks on in blank 
amazement. The fact is that the civilized man is gradually 'losing 
his senses.' If he continues to 'progress' at the existing rate, in a 
comparatively little while, he will have no smell, no sight, no 
hearing. 

"Direr visions worse foreboding, 

Glare upon me through the gloom! 

Europe's smoke-cloud sinks, corroding 

On the land, in noisome fume; .... 

. . . Showering down like rain of ashes, 

On the Cities of God's doom .... 

.... Bustling smug, a pygmy pack, 

Plucks it prey from ores embraces; 

Walks with crooked soul and back: 

Glares like dwarfs with greedy eyes, 

For the golden glittering lies." * 



* Henrick Ibsen.— Adapted in the translating. 

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It is good for a degraded people to be utterly consumed. 



In the department of Natural History is it axiomatic that all 
kinds of living beings, from protozoa to man, subsist and 
propagate, through and by the destruction of feebler competitors, 
belonging to the same species or to kindred species. 

Thus, the big fish eat the little fish — the big trees (by 
absorbing and monopolizing the nutriment) "eat up" the little 
trees— the strongest animals eat the weak animals and so on — ad 
infinitum. 

Man is no exception. Conquering and masterful nations 
have ever been ravenous devourers of flesh-food; and most of them 
have also been man-eaters. The slaughter-houses of Christendom 
reek with the dying effluvia of millions and millions of butchered 
brutes; that man — the King of Animal — may day by day eat flesh, 
drink blood and gnaw bones. 

Even cannibalism is not extinct in far lands, nor quite 
unknown in the centres of our proudest civilizations. With the first 
great revolutionary cataclysm, its revival upon a gigantic scale is 
not an improbability. 

During the eleventh century, man's flesh was cooked, sold 
and eaten in England, and Englishmen may again revert to 
anthropophagy, if ever their imported food supplies should be 
suddenly and entirely cut off; either by convulsion of nature or acts 
of war. Ship-wrecked crews have repeatedly saved themselves by 
casting lots and devouring some of their number: and shipwrecked 
nations (loaded up to the hatches with seething cargos of festering 
useless non-descripts) may yet be driven to do the same. 

Innumerable are the folk-lore legends, relating to ancient 
and modern man-eaters. Formal human sacrifices upon the Altars 
of Idols are quite common. In Mexico and Ancient Britain, prelates 
butchered their victims (generally young virgins) in public, amid 
the acclaim of musical instruments, the chanting of beautiful 
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The modern prelate does not employ the rude smoking 
gully-knife, but uses other weapons, ten times more keen and more 
destructive. For every human sacrifice 'offered-up' in olden times, 
millions are offered now. 



Professor Huxley pictorially describes an African butcher's 
shop, where human steaks, roasts and sirloins, were systematically 
retailed. 

Josephus tells us of mothers who ate their own infants 
during the last siege of lerusalem, and in many later sieges human 
flesh has been consumed. 

Oriental traditions record of King Richard Lion Heart, that 
once upon a time when presiding at a feast of moslem heads, he 
remarked with grim matter-of-factness "one roast Saracen made 
good entertainment for nine of ten of my good Christian men." An 
English Crusading rhymer is even proud of this: — 

" King Richard shall warrant, 
There is no flesh so nourissant, 
Unto an English Man; 
Partridge, plover, heron, ne swan, 
Cow, ne ox, sheep, ne swine, 
As the (roast) head of a Sarazan." 

Very intelligent New Zealand aboriginals may still be 
found, who describe with much apparent gusto, how (in 
comparatively recent dates) they satiated their ravenous hunger, by 
banqueting all night upon the grilled flesh of foemen they had 
tomahawked during the day. Neither is it uncommon to hear 
tattooed old veterans, tell how war-captives were penned up like 
cattle and fattened upon each other, until required for the tribal 
oven (formed of red-hot stones, paved into an oval hollow in the 
ground): — how then the fattest were selected, one by one taken out, 
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neighboring trees; just as sheep, swine, and cattle are exposed for 
sale, in our own abattoirs and meat-markets. The Maoris also have 
a tradition, that if a man kills and eats his enemy, he by doing so, 
absorbs all the dead man's vitality, strength, and courage. 

In the nascent Colony of New Zealand, missionaries, 
soldiers, whalers and pioneers were often cooked and eaten; but by 
a general consensus of epicurean opinion the 'Pakeha's' flesh was 
voted bad form, principally because it was 'too tough and too salty.' 

During the War of Secession, Northern infantrymen 
accidently imprisoned in a Virginian mine, devoured each other one 
at a time; the last man (John Ewing) dying of hunger, and leaving 
a written record of the facts, sealed up in a flask. 

The story of Sawny Bean is well known, also the classical 
legends of the Cyclops, the Giants, the Phalaris Bull, the Moloch 
holocausts and Homer's Polyphemus. 

Anthropophagy has been practiced in Australia, both by 
whites and blackfellows. In New Guinea and portions of Africa, 
man-eating is quite an ordinary custom to this hour. Marcus Clarke 
describes how Gabbet, an English-born Botany Bay convict, 
induced his prison comrades to escape with him (into the bush) in 
order that he might have a holiday and feast, picking their succulent 
bones and sucking out the marrow thereof. 

All over continental Europe there is a popular superstition 
that Jew Rabbis steal and murder Christian infants and maidens, in 
order to use the blood on the door-lintels, at Passover and other 
ceremonials. 

A similar charge was brought against the early Christians, 
and even proved in the Imperial Law Courts, if we are to judge by 
the verdicts. 

Human fat is regularly retailed in modern drug stores and 
human heads are even how a marketable commodity in the South 
Seas. There are also mystic brotherhoods in our mist, whose 
initiates pledge fidelity, and obligate themselves to life-long 
secrecy, by drinking blood out of a skull, over emblems of violent 
death — with daggers pointed at their throats. 

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castles, temples, and monuments, have been emblematically laid 
upon the living body of a man — the Kremlin for example. 

Is not the Communion Service allegorical anthropophagy? 
Is it not a pious periodical cannibal feast in more ways than one? 
Does not the wine symbolize human blood, and the wafers typify 
human flesh? 

Metaphorically considered, every trading Christian State is 
a meat market, wherein the flesh, bones, and blood not only of men, 
but of women and little children are bought and sold daily — 
'offered up' nominally for the 'Love of God' really for the Love of 
Dollars. 

Atrocities of the most revolting description are of daily, 
hourly occurrence, not only in Turkey and Siam, but in New York 
and Chicago; not only in Cuba and Port Arthur, but in London, 
Madrid, and Paris; not only in Mashonaland, and on the Congo, but 
in St. Petersburg and Berlin. Men, women, and little children are 
being everywhere starved slowly to the grave, worked till they fall 
down, driven insane by legislation, and even tortured to death, inch 
by inch. 

Great financial corporations (backed by the State) directed 
mostly by Hebrews, literally coin Great Empires into golden 
dividends; and upon the share lists of mortgage banks and man- 
devouring institutions generally, may be found the names ol 
bishops, popes, preachers, generals, governors, statesmen — anc 
other human Carnivores by the thousand. He who doubts, should 
look up the official share registers, and behold the long rows ol 
adorable names belonging to High Priests, Philanthropists and 
Rulers, appearing thereon. 

Cannibalism was practiced in Ancient Greece at the period 
of highest culture. Herodotus describes Asian feasts where man's 
flesh was the chief dish; and down to the Thirteenth Century the 
Tibetans were in the habit of making their parents into broth. 

There are confraternities still in existence, into which no 
one is ever admitted until he has first killed a man. Among the 
Dyaks (as among our own ancestors) a youth is never considered a 
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least one enemy in battle. The Thugs of India (a religious sect) 
brought the science of holy murder, by strategic violence, to such a 
pitch of perfection that they have never been surpassed — not even 
by Grant or Moltke. 

The Kinderawas of India, make a regular practice of eating 
all their diseased, useless, senile, and decrepit relations; just as 
packs of wolves fall upon any of their number that is seriously 
wounded in foray. 

In portions of Sumatra, law-breakers are neither imprisoned 
nor electrocuted, but actually carved up and eaten alive — piece by 
piece. The Capanagugas of South America make of their own 
stomachs the sepulchre of their dead relatives. A funeral with them 
is a banquet— the collation being a corpse. The Terra Del Fuegans 
throttle and eat all very old women. 

The Monbuttas of Central Africa carry on aggressive wars 
to capture flesh food. They also dry human flitches in the sun and 
smoke them for export. 

During the Tae Ping rebellion, Chinese soldiers (under 
General Gordon) were in the habit of cutting out and devouring the 
hearts of their dead enemies (on the battle-field) like the Maoris and 
Britons. 

Mistresses were specially kept by opulent ancient 
Peruvians, to breed sucklings— for the table. When these women 
became too old for child-bearing, they were likewise cast into the 
pot, as useless incumbrances. In 1782 more than forty gypsies were 
executed in Austria, upon a proved charge of cannibalism. The case 
of the herdsman Goldsmidt, must not be forgotten; nor the 
gruesome London legends, regarding sausages being manufactured 
out of dead cats, dead dogs, dead paupers, and murdered sailors. 

The Ancient Scandinavians, Teutons, Celts, (vide St. 
Jerome) Sythians, Mongols, Sarmatians, Canaanites, Goths, and 
Huns were all anthropophagy. 

Indeed the detailed facts of how men have tortured each 
other for pleasure, revenge, or profit, would fill 10,000 volumes. 
No man in his lifetime could read or comprehend all the horrors 
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Bastille, the Spanish Inquisition, the Rhine Castle Dungeons, by the 
Bridge of Sighs, the Bosphorous, or in the prison-hells of Chicago, 
Newgate, Mazas, Siberia, Sing Sing, New Caledonia, Botany Bay 
or Van Dieman's Land. The cold-blooded cruelty of man to man, 
surpasses anything that poet-cranks could conceive of, as 
happening in hell. Cannibalism undoubtedly originated amid over- 
crowded populations in some pre-historic age. Among moderns 
(civilized and savage) it merely exists as a survival of social 
conditions which have long since passed away. At some former era 
of the world's profoundly mysterious history, men-animals 
increased in swarming myriads as they are doing now; until at last 
on the surface of the soil there was scarcely standing room for all. 
Then the air became laden with the reeking effluvia of their 
strumous bodies, breeding decimating pestilences, cholera, small- 
pox, leprosy, poisoning the wells and rivers, and transforming 
Baby Ions into charnel houses and tombs. The rearing of tame cattle 
for food in such an environment, probably became too expensive 
and cumbersome. Perhaps even the cattle would also be swept 
away by some blight or rinderpest. Under such horrible 
circumstances, survivors might from necessity resort to 
anthropophagy. Gradually the new habit would grow upon them 
and become a settled custom. 

The segmental fragments of pre-historic civilizations are — 
the Cannibal Savages of to-day — the savages that we are 
displacing, pushing aside in order that we may enslave them and 
repeat over again the same weary old round of growth, power, and 
decay. 

Shoploads of dead soldiers, dug out of old battlefields, 
possess a regular commercial value. They are imported into 
England, to be chemically treated and manufactured into fertilizers 
for enriching exhausted wheat fields. Human hair commands a 
steady sale, and "cadavers" may be bought for dissection, in any 
great city for a dollar, c.o.D. 

The tanning of human skins for glove-making and book- 
binding (Meudon!) is an old established industry. 

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and from healthy humans into unhealthy ones (for a price), is 
regularly practiced by medical men. The grafting of flesh, bone, 
and skin, has also been successfully performed. 

American sheriffs and detectives hunt down tramps and 
criminals with specially trained bloodhounds, just as Russians hunt 
wolves, and sheep farmers hunt coyotes and dingos. It is nowise 
unusual for Negroes to be first captured, then chained to a stake, 
flayed alive, soaked in kerosene, and burnt to death amid exultant 
shrieks of corybantic delight. 

Roman Senators fattened their lampreys and eels upon the 
drowned bodies of old worn out slaves and patrician maids and 
matrons (with uplifted thumb) sent many a gladiator to kingdom 
come. For innate cruelty of deed, no animal can surpass woman. 

In Mahometan Europe boys are unsexed by the lancet, that 
they may thereafter be more safely employed as harem attendants 
and in Christian Europe 'eunuchs are made and trained and priced, 
to sing the praise of a risen Christ.' 

Young girls are nightly bought and sold for currency, like 
horses and hogs at the street corners; and upon the profits of 
licensed polyandry 'pillars of the church' become millionaires. 
Even the salaries of fulminating evangelists are paid out of Rahab's 
rent. 

Baths of human blood are not unknown to students of 
history; and Jack the Ripper, with his letters written in harlot's 
blood; enclosing pieces of fried woman's liver to the London Chief 
of Police, is certainly not a fabulous ancient legend. 

Is this the record of a breed of 'dearly beloved brethren?' 
What hollow mockery these holy phrases are, to be sure?— The 
Brotherhood of man! Ha! Ha! The Brotherhood of Devils rather! 

Allegorically speaking the clothes we wear — the houses we 
live in — the food we eat— the books we read, have been carved (by 
force) out of other men's bones and flesh. Literally they are the 
hides, sinews, flesh, pulp, and outer woolen covering of captive 
animals, transmuted by human slavery into garments, lumber, 
implements, thoughts, shoes, and daily dinners. Indeed man's 
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their fangs are against him. So it goes on, and on, and on, as merrily 
as marriage bells. Vise Yictus! And behold, it is good! 

This world is no Nirvana, where peaceful pleasure flows. 

It is a gruesome butcher-shop, where slain men hang in rows. 



From the scientific point of view, it is but a single step from 
the eating of captive cattle, horses, sheep, hares, rabbits, deer, hogs, 
etc. to the eating of captive men. 

It may grate upon unstrung nerves to be harshly told these 
gruesome facts in straight language. However, calm, sensible 
readers must unreservedly admit that Man is not a pretty, harmless 
little cherub; not even a 'lamb,' but the fiercest, most ferocious, 
most cunning, and most bloodthirsty of all the vertebrates. He is tht 
fighting, roving, pillaging, lusting, cannibalistic animal, pa 
excellence — the King of the Great Carnivore. When he takes hi: 
walks abroad, the 'wild beasts' of the field and the birds of the ah 
even the most courageous of them, are stricken dumb. Shuddering 
they fly from his shadow (or his odor down the wind) hiding in 
trembling and quaking with terror. 

It is man's destructive energy — not his altruism; that makes 
him absolute monarch of all the surveys; and yet, how feeble he is 
if compared to the powers of Nature that gave him being? No other 
beast will stand and face him, except if it cannot run away — not 
even a snake, a tiger, or a wolf. 

Structurally, men are fashioned for purposes of inflicting 
and suffering pain. Every human anatomy is an elaborate nerve and 
bone infernal machine — a kind of breathing, perambulating 
Juggernaut — a superb engine of lethal immolation that 
automatically stokes its furnace fires with its victims. 

Men rush upon each other (or upon their prey) with hoarse 
war-shouts and bloodshot eyes, as prowling beasts of the deserts 
and jungles do. Man banquets upon his quarry with greediness, 
snarling, and growling with ferocious triumphant delight, just like 
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of his protesting eyes to 'heaven'— weep crocodile tears over his 
mangled, bleeding, and palpitating carrion. How exultantly he lilts 
his Te Deum, his Kyrie Eleison, his Et in terra pax, his Glorias, and 
his Alleluias; while with blood-clotted jaw and distended paunch he 
licks his gaping wounds? 

As the painted Redskin chants his vengeful ghost-song; so 
the furious Paleface whoops his double-leaded editorial. As the 
hungry lion roars at midnight on African karoo, or in Himalayan 
jungle; so the piratical Anglo-Teuton roars his "Battle Hymn of 
the Republic" his "Brittania Rules the Waves," or his "Watch 
by the Rhine." Exactly as the Moslem fanatic yells "Allah Akbar," 
while slicing up hated 'Christian dogs,' so the vicious Englishman 
thunders forth his "Hip, Hip, Hurrah!" while driving an elegant 
bayonet-dagger into the liver of 'wicked heathens,' whose property 
he thereafter annexes — as a matter of course; for 'business is 
business, don't you know.' 

Man's anatomy, external and internal; his eyes, his teeth, his 
muscles, his blood, his viscera, his brain, his vertebra; all speak of 
fighting, passion, aggressiveness, violence, and prideful egoism. 

Even the component elements of a human body are 
themselves in a constant state of internecine warfare. Our bony 
framework and pulsating tissues, are vast campaigning grounds; 
whereon microscopical animalculae in countless myriads, fight out 
their ephemeral lives, as we ourselves do — with tooth and claw. 
When one swarm of microbes, germs, or spores conquer (in the 
struggle for sustenance) disease, or death supervenes to us, as the 
case may be. When rival hosts vanquish, then our flesh, nerves, 
bones, and blood become their happy hunting grounds, and our 
health returns — at least until the bacilli-battalions have finally 
eaten us out; or they have been, themselves, conquered and 
exterminated by fiercer swarms. 

It is not improbable that this earth itself is a living breathing 
organism and that the Tribes of Man are microbes and 
bloodsucking vermin (on its outer cuticle) imagining themselves 
'the whole thing.' Just as itch-creating parasites burrow themselves 
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parasites, burrowing in the hide of some nobler and grander Being. 

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From youth to hoary age, man takes an instinctive delight in 
all that pertains to warfare and the chase. 

As a boy he twangs his arrows at the sparrows, trains and 
loads his toy-cannon, marshals his tin soldiers, brandishes his 
wooden sword, fights his mimic battles, builds his snow 
fortifications on the play ground; and the proudest day of his life is 
that on which he becomes the proprietor of 'a real gun.' 

As a full grown citizen he practices homicide with repeating 
rifle, at moving targets — slaughtering tame pigeons with choke- 
bore breechloaders — hunts foxes, wolves, bears, pumas, over 
mountain and mere — wades up to his neck in swamps to kill teal, 
and travels to far lands in search of Big Game and nigger shooting. 

The Indian fighters of North America take supreme joyance 
in slaying red devils; and to 'pot a blackfellow' in Queensland is 
boasted of round camp-fires under gum trees, as — 'great fun.' 

The Cape of Good Hope, Australia, New Zealand, North 
and South America, have been made into veritable human shambles 
and gory hunting grounds, within the memory of middle-aged men. 
Indeed the delight which men take in slaying wild animals, is 
tameness itself, compared with the exultation they display in 
hunting, trailing and slaughtering each other. 

Man-hunts were organized systematically in Lacadaemon, 
when the helots became too numerous and too restive. It is not 
improbable that as our own surplus 'submerged tenths' increase in 
numbers, they may be thinned out by similar battues. 

At every meal we rend flesh, scrape bones, suck marrow, 
and daintily lap blood; just as our hairy troglodyte progenitors did. 
The food supply of all Christian nations is composed of the body 
and blood — the hides and marrow of both human herds and vast 
swarms of inferior brutes, living, dying, dead. The lives of 
countless hordes of hirelings, are daily being transmuted into juicy 
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thereof. Not only do we ferociously compete for prey i.e. for 
subsistence; but we literally eat each other with voracity, relish, and 
mutual toleration. Thus properly understood, Darwinism is not very 
comforting doctrine for fat men. 

Public buildings and frowning fortresses; capitols and 
prisons; 'temples of freedom' and cross-crowned cathedrals, have 
(every one of them) been constructed upon exactly the same 
general principles whereby the Pyramids of On and the Palaces of 
Nineveh were built— every riveted girder, every iron transom, 
every block of concrete, every solid, squared, and polished stone, 
has been bedded literally on a dying groan; by the hands of 
dehumanized and conquered decadents, insensate, — 'of reason 
void, of reverence full.' 

There is nothing immoral, nothing abnormal, in these grim 
facts. All is in strict harmony with that cosmic enactment— the 
Survival of the Strongest. 

In the proud language of Germany's chansonist: — 
"The living current through the air is heaving, 
Breathing blessings, see them bending; 
Balanced worlds from change defending, 
While everywhere diffused is harmony unending." 

Instinctively we understand that the struggle for existence is 
absolutely needful. We feel that Nature makes no mistakes, and 
therefore we accept her dicta because we must; not because it has 
been eloquently formulated, by sublimated visionaries; or re- 
echoed, again and again, by thousands of human microphones. 



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When not thwarted by artificial contrivances, whatever 
argument Nature promulgates is — Right. The further man gets 
away from Nature, the further he departs from right. To be right is 
to be natural, and to be natural is to be right. The sun shines, 
therefore it is right that it should shine— the rain falls, therefore it 
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right that they should ebb and flow. 

Darwin's law exists — may be seen in operation — is 
practicable — of daily demonstration— therefore it also is right. It is 
not a dream like 'Religion,' it is not an invention like 'Morals'; it is 
not an assumption like 'God.' It is a cosmic Fact, like the sunshine, 
the rain, and the tides! Nature does not set up Idols, does not found 
Superstitions, does not invent Decalogues. These toys and fetters 
have been constructed by man, for his own infinite — damnation. 

Neither morals, laws, nor creeds are First Principles, but 
they may (probably) have their uses; just as guillotines, and 
gardeners' hoes have their uses. They may be convenient engines 
for the deletion of Lower Organisms, for extirpating individuals of 
infantile intellect. Indeed the secret object of all superstitions 
possibly is, to provide an ultra-rational sanction for fraudulent 
standards of Right and Wrong. 

To base a Lie upon a Myth is certainly much safer than to 
base it on a Reality, for you cannot run a tape-measure over a Myth. 

Christliness, as social quietism, has never yet been accepted 
by men of super-eminent strength, courage, and wisdom. Such men 
have everywhere regarded the Christ Ideal as a model for slavish 
souls only — to be humored for strategic purposes but never 
practiced by masters, conquerors, kings. "Don't do as I do, but do 
as I say" has ever been the dicta of High Priests and Rulers — to 
docile multitudes. 

The evolution of sovereignty satisfactorily exhibits this 
ethical dictatorship, as an historical commonplace. Moral codes, 
(always and everywhere imposed upon the common people by 
'immoral' combinations of cumulative craft) are never obeyed by 
Ruling Castes. 



If the Masters of Christiandom are to be judged by Moral 
Codes, by the Common Law, or by Gospel Injunctions, There is not 
one 'moral' individual among them. Measured by Religio-Ethical 
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blackmailers, confidence-men, thieves, murderers and infidels. As 
far as the codes are concerned, honesty must undoubtedly be 
searched for among the dregs of society, rather than among the 
elite. But it is essentially unjust to measure the Conquerors of 
Mankind by fallacious Christly standards. Christ, together with his 
moral measuring rod, is their subordinate agent— an effective 
instrument of State. 

Indeed 'Moral Principles' are one of the tricks in the game 
of 'dog eat dog'; all are playing. They are effectively narcotized out 
of the deal, who fancy themselves 'Safe in the arms of Jesus.' 

Never yet has there been a Christian king, a Christian 
president, a Christian congress, not a Christian synod. Of course 
many prominent celebrities have professed Christianism — for 
example: Judas Iscariot, St. Peter, Torquemada, Cromwell, 
Abraham Lincoln, Napoleon, Gladstone, and Jabez Spencer 
Balfour: but only minds paralytic judge of men by professions. 
Christian and Ruler are direct contradictions. 

The ridiculous ineffectuality of all Gospel Theories, shows 
that they were only invented as campaign lies. 

Christ explicitly condemns the use of force, and yet all 
existent nations (without exception) were founded by unlimited 
throat-cutting and piracy. The rulers of the world, the directors of 
concentrated Power, are not now, and never have been, sad-eyed 
Saviors — mournful, immaculate tramp-gods — but masters of 
majestic violence. To use the language of Isaiah, not only Zion, but 
every nation on earth 'has been built with blood.' Nations cannot 
be built otherwise. 

The Romans first appear in history as a gang of banditti — 
the English as a nest of pirates — the Germans as a horde of roving 
freebooters — the Russians as a band of mounted horse-thieves — 
the Americans as pious anarchists and nigger stealers — the 
Australians as exiled cut-purses — the Turks as Bedouin brigands. 

Everywhere symbols of Kingship, tribal totems, and 
insignia of state, speak of Violence, Defiance and War. 

The fasces carried before a Roman Praetor, consisted of an 
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The Mace of the English parliamentary organization, of which the 
American system is an imitative offshoot ('that bauble of 
Cromwell') also all Royal Sceptres are but carved and gilded clubs. 
Originally both Mace and Sceptre were in daily use for breaking 
recalcitrant skulls. They are still emblematic of Legislative 
Authority — and offensive Violence — as much so indeed, as the 
knotted bludgeon, the barbed lance, or the greenstone skullsplitter 
of an orthodox cannibal chief. 

National crests are selected, not as a rule from doves, lambs, 
goats, magpies, and hares; but from lions, tigers, she-wolves, 
serpents, dragons, bears, eagles, and the Fighting Man. 

In the centres of 'our highest civilization,' force is 
recognized as the underlying principle of Authority. Between 
nation and nation it is in constant requisition, as the basis of all 
diplomacy, and between contending factions (within the nation) it 
is often effectively applied. The policeman's loaded truncheon, the 
huzzar's slicing sabre, and the artillery company's field piece, are 
still the ultimo ratio of Order, Liberty, Peace. The maxim-gun is a 
development, and a decided improvement upon the old time 
bludgeon; especially when dealing with rabid revolutionary 
masses. One of those beautiful engines and a half dozen trained 
men, if supplied with plenty of ammunition, could wipe out in half 
a day, the largest mob of would-be insurgents that London, Paris, or 
Chicago ever saw. "We have found in most cases that one regiment 
of regular infantry, is quite capable of managing the biggest and 
wildest mob" writes millionaire editor Kohlsaat. Chicago Times- 
Herald. (13- 11 -'96.) 

When citizens disobey legal 'regulations' they are generally 
interviewed at first, by a blue-coated 'guardian of the Peace,' with 
an official warrant and varnished club; who tamely leads them 
away to a State dungeon, or indicts them before a State Inquisitor. 
Behind the armed police and the suave Judge, stand in threatening 
array, the whole military and naval forces of Government and Law. 

Law Courts and Thrones are (de facto) built upon bayonets. 
Likewise all Statutes, Constitutions, and Moral Codes are written 
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must be, the true basis upon which all political institutions rest. No 
other foundation is feasible. 

What the sword has established the sword must defend. 
Symbolic thereof, every emperor and president, every sultan, king, 
shah, or savage chief, is proclaimed before drilled legions and 
raucous multitudes; amid the fan-fare of battle trumpets — the 
unsheathing of battle-sword — and the thundering roar of battle- 
cannon. Two examples, from two continents,— from two different 
systems of Government,— may be quoted as sufficient proof of 
this: — 

Sir Edwin Arnold describes the recent Coronation of the 
Emperor or Russia, an hereditary absolute monarch: — "Behind and 
between the royal chairs, stood the new Commander of the silver- 
eagled regiment, his saber bared and gleaming." When cannon 
volleys, and booming across two continents, from Riga to 
Vladivostock, announced the final crowning of their Suzerian; 
2,000,000 Sclavonian warriors bared their heads in 
acknowledgement, clanged their weapons in token of pride, and 
swore eternal allegiance. 

"Governor John R. Tanner (of Illinois) mounted on a black 
horse, and wearing a broad-brimmed felt hat, with gold braid and 
tassel (also, cavalry saber) will ride down Pennsylvania Avenue 
(Washington) at the head of the First Regiment .... National 
Guards, in the President's inaugural .... crack Illinois soldiery 
marching .... next the President's Personal Escort .... Troop A. 
8th Infantry .... Along with the regiment will go to the gun corps 
and the Galling guns that did service .... During the Debs 
insurrection." The President of these United States, an elective 
Monarch, is Commander-in-Chief of the federal armed forces: and 
possesses more administrative authority than any Asiatic despot. 

Every military and naval officer in England receives his 
commission direct from the Queen. Until recently it was customary 
at Coronation ceremonials for an hereditary Champion (armed cap- 
a-pie) to ride out into the courtyard and there, before assembled 
commoners, knights, nobles, generals; officially challenge to 
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titles. 

European land-title deeds may be (in every instance) traced 
back to military and kingly power. In all the English colonies, waste 
lands are occupied and cleared, under 'Crow grants.' The same 
principle prevails in this Republic and among all savage tribes. 



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By force all things that exist are evolved maintained and 
perpetuated. Force aggregates and separates the atoms that go to 
make up this cosmic universe of mind and matter. It integrates them 
into forms, organic and inorganic. It disintegrates them again and 
again. It builds up and pulls down, without the slightest respect to 
man's wishes or desires. It theorizes, creates, constructs, annihilates, 
attacks, and repels. It is literally in all, through all, and over all. 

Even the undulatory migration of races, that now proceeds 
(over sea and continent,) in great animalistic waves, as it did in the 
days of Akbar and Tamerlane, is also the vibrations of force, acting 
through human media. It is the incarnate pulsations of Power. 

Antiquarian delvings in America, Europe, Africa, Asia, and 
the Islands of the Sea, corroborate the written annals, folk-lore, and 
legends of tribes and nations. The past of this pendant ball, is one 
long awe-inspiring chronicle of cannibalisms, invasions, 
ravishments, cataclysms, 'battle, murder, and sudden death.' 

The surface of the soil is a lethal chamber — the bottom of 
the sea is a channel house. Both are littered from pole to pole with 
the ruins of forgotten 'civilizations' that men and nature have 
delighted to destroy. Everywhere and always the debilitated have 
perished, everywhere and always the mightiest have won. As it was 
in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, Power, Slavery, Pain, 
Joyance, side by side. 

Races of Helots are never wanting! See to it O Men, that 
you breed fighters! See to it that you train them too! "The harper is 
not made otherwise than by harping" nor the warrior otherwise 
than by war. Let muscle force be pitted against muscle force, brain 
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wear the rasping sackcloth. Let there be no compromise— no half- 
hearted philandering — no backing down but as Darwin commands, 
let the strongest live and the vilest die. 

Black, furious and tragic are the bloody annals of man's 
evolution, and there is no rational evidence upon which to conclude 
that it shall ever be otherwise — or that it would be wise for us to 
attempt the making of it otherwise. 

Why then be discontented with that which we cannot alter, 
even if we dared? Better after all, fifty years of Europe than a cycle 
of Cathay. Let it be as it has ever been — as the grim old Norseland 
skald chanted it, when our Race began to emerge into the dim 
distant twilight of the gods. 

"An age of axes — an age of swords; 
An age of tempests — an age of wolves." 

Be it among animalcuke, moth or mollusk, birds of the air, 
beasts of the field, fishes of the sea, planets, suns, stars or solar 
systems; force reigns unchangeable, unchallengeable, inexorable. 

When the kindly Roman Emperor imagined that peace had 
settled down permanently upon the ancient world; even then, the 
(dissemulating) assassin's dagger was sharpening for his throat; 
and now, while Lower Organisms dream of a 'world of lovers' — 
that arbitration instead of hostility — of conciliation between rival 
carnivores; the mechanism of deletion is silently under 
construction; that (when completed) will sweep them off the face of 
the earth. 

The Strongest organisms are always the determinants. They 
hold in their hands (absolutely) the destinies of weaker organisms. 
Further, in all the interwoven differentiations of matter and mind; 
equality, mercy, pity, are wholly at a discount — except alone in 
family relationship. (A man's family is his property — it is part of 
himself. Therefore his natural business is to defend it, as he would 
his own life. Women and children belong to man; who must hunt 
for them as well as for himself. He is their lord and master in theory 
and in fact.) 

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wretched, no hope for the weaklings, no resting place for the weary, 
no quarter for the beaten. Nature loathes Infirm Ones. Every 
organism, every human being, must conquer or serve. This is an 
Ultimatum. 

Life is a race for Power into the very jaws of death and 'hell 
take the hindmost.' 

Hell take the hindmost! No! — that isn't so! Christ takes the 
hindmost! Exactly! that is correct! In real life He is the true Prince 
of Evil. Soothingly he saith; — "Come unto me all ye that are weary 
or heavy laden"; and, those who obey are sure of going to hell. Nay, 
they are already in it! "The smoke of their torment ascendeth upon 
for ever and ever." 

In ancient ages the Incapables were permitted to perish 
without comment; but with us it is different. 

Almsgiving, first by the monastery, now by the State, has 
preserved them and their leprous seed, until modern nations are 
actually swarming with men and women (rich and poor) totally 
useless and totally vile. Selective influences that operate under 
natural conditions, have been kept in abeyance by religions and 
moral isms; until the whole human race is saturated with inherited 
mental disease and rottenness-of-the-bones. Our Christian 
civilization is a forcing-chamber for weakly animalculae. Natural 
conditions are a lethal-chamber for them. The proper home for 
incurables is — the grave. 

Competition must be to the death. If retarded in any way it 
fails of beneficial results. The chief intent of false religions and 
false moralisms is to arrest competition half-way, to safe-guard 
degenerates in possessing that which they could neither seize nor 
defend if competition were unlimited. Humanitarian 
institutionalisms have been invented to handicap and eliminate the 
elite of mankind — vainly however. 

With normal man, it is a pleasure to struggle, a pastime to 
fight, and nothing is sweeter to him than to confiscate his 
confiscator and surpass his surpasser— to, as it were, smite his 
enemy hip and thigh and spoil him of that which he spoiled from 
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With the abnormal man, it is otherwise. He is of the mob — 
he sheepishly obeys public opinion — he is one of a flock. That 
word flock! — Does it not postulate the existence of shepherds to 
'round-up' and drove — of specialists to castrate — of shearers to 
shear— of cattle dealers to purchase — of butchers to kill — of 
tanneries — wire fences — corrals — abattoirs; and finally of 'roast 
lamb and mint sauce,' with fat Carnivores sitting round, lapping 
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Herbert Spencer (referring to the origin of manners, 
customs, and political institutions) says: — "The will of the 
victorious chief, of the strongest, was the rule of all conduct. When 
he passed judgement on private quarrels, his decisions were the 
origin of law. The mingled respect and terror inspired by his person 
and his peerless qualities, then deemed super-natural by the rude 
minds that had scarcely an idea of the powers and limits of human 
nature, were the origins of religions, and his opinions were the first 
dogmas. The signs of obedience by which the vanquished, whom 
he spared, repaid his mercy, were the first examples of those marks 
of respect that are now called good manners and forms of 
courtesy." 

How human history duplicates itself over and over again? 
How it revolves in a never ending panorama. 

Wherever human herds congregate, the 'Victorious Chief 
still governs; though not without envy and impotent oppositions. 
Everywhere he is Master in one guise or another; but it behooves 
him to beware that his power is not undermined by the teredo of 
sanctified utopianism — founded on the multitudinous votes of the 
vile, the vulgar, and the vitiated. Blighting indeed is the tyranny of 
Collective Humanity. 

"The great political superstition of the present," (also writes 
Spencer,) is "the divine right of parliaments and the implied divine 
right of majorities." 

The supremacy of Living Manhood over devout dreaming, 
over literature, dogma, law and tradition; must be boldly asserted 
and aggressively maintained; as it was, in the days of yore. Woe 
unto you Strong Ones if ever you get beneath the hoofs of the 
trampling, bellowing, maddened mob. Ha! — "You must meet the 
guile and death-snare with battle and with wrack." 

"Woe to the vanquished, when his massive blade bore down 
the scales against her ransom weighed; and on the field of foughten 
battle still, woe knows no limits — save the victor's will." 

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the heroic age's 'Viae Victus.' Grim and harsh it may appear to 
nervous souls, but it is True to Nature. Neither legislative 
enactments nor pious incantations can deflect or nullify it. It may 
be thwarted and turned aside for a time, but only for a time; just as 
a river may be banked back by the building of a breastwork. The 
waters cease to flow onward until the dam is brim-full, and then, 
over the top the flood leaps, with resounding crash and uproar, 
finally sweeping away the obstruction itself. 

Decalogues and 'be it enacteds' are mud ramparts the 
decadent ages vainly erect against the irresistible flow of natural 
events. Sooner or later these feeble barriers go down, or are 
surmounted; just as the river surmounts the dam. Cardinal Newman 
tersely describes the Church of England as a 'serviceable 
breakwater' and the speaks with astuteness. All sacerdotalisms are 
'serviceable breakwaters.' They may last for one century or twenty, 
but they down-tumble in the end. Artificial obstructions cannot last 
for if they did, then the cankerous ancient civilizations would never 
have been overwhelmed; for they also had their serviceable 
breakwaters; that is to say, gods and temples, mob-politics, mob- 
morals, mob-philosophies. 

Legal and ethical barricades may not be depended upon to 
protect dwindlings from the judgements they bring upon 
themselves; and which they richly deserve. 

Every People that have been blotted-out, were rightfully 
blotted-out. What a frightful maggot-heap this earth would now be, 
if the 'civilized' populations of the past, had not perished? If nature 
had permitted them to live and multiply and propagate their 
'progress,' that is to say, their iniquity, what a noisome sink it 
would be? What must near Futurity be like, if wars and plagues do 
not come, burning up contemporary infernalisms and purifying the 
air? 

Thus, the utter extermination of enfeebled breeds is in 
accordance with the Highest Wisdom; and whether we personally 
approve thereof or not, it must persist. There is nothing unjust, 
nothing ultra-natural, nothing diabolic about the elimination of the 
vile — to make room for the 'sound in mind and limb.' 



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Clearly therefore, in every department of life, the lesser 
force must be overthrown by the greater; which (being interpreted) 
meaneth:— Might is Right, absolutely, unreservedly. From the 
records of history, the facts of life, and the discoveries of science, 
this startling deduction may be thoroughly proved. "The law of 
life" as Benjamin Kidd writes, "has been always the same from the 
beginning, ceaseless and inevitable struggle, ceaseless and 
inevitable selection and rejection." That 'Might is Master' should 
require demonstrating is in itself a proof of the mental and moral 
perversity that pervades the world. Perhaps however the 'age we 
live in,' may not be an 'age of enlightenment and progress,' but an 
age of darkness, arrested development, and psychic paralysis. 
Mayhap the theologies and intellectualisms of our time may be but 
a magical hoodwink. We might (for example) be enchanted on the 
down-grade track, that leads to eternal extinction; while insanely 
imagining 'progress and enlightenment.' Also the imagining 
process may be part of the complicated mechanism that facilitates 
the descent— the descent into Sheol. Official statistics show that 
racial deterioration (begun centuries ago as a sequence of ultra- 
naturalism) is now proceeding at a tremendous rate. 

Dr. Haycraft, f.r.s.e. in his book "Darwinism and Race 
Progress" asserts "there are strong grounds for believing that 
during the last 30 years, the race has decidedly degenerated." The 
decadence of character is obvious to the most obtuse 
understanding, especially in this land of Liberty and Light; where 
you can buy statesmen with a snuff-box— editors with a dollar 
and — women with a gew-gaw. 

Undoubtedly degenerative forces prevail in our social life, 
and yet it is impressed upon us from our youth up, that: — "A Great 
Light hath come down upon the earth and all the ends of the world 
hath seen the Salvation of our God," Salvation indeed! What 
lunacy? 

"So the multitude goes, like the flower and the weed 
That wither away to let others succeed — 
So the multitude comes, even that we behold; 
To repeat every tale that has often been told." 



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To act as the hunted ostrich on an African karoo — to hide 
our heads from cosmic vengeance in hot pursuit, is as futile and 
ridiculous as it is base. No empiric reorganization of the social 
system— not rock of ages — no legislative meliorism — no fungus 
virtues— no scheme of fool redemption — no patent economic 
plan — no Israelitish codes of 'Thou Shalts' and 'Thou Shalt Nots,' 
can deliver whimpering defectives, from the wrath that is their just 
reward. Sooner or later their 'Day of Judgement' cometh; bringing 
in its train desolation, reparation and rolling doom. 

Even as I write — with wrecked civilizations lying around 
me, cold and chill — outraged Nature is preparing her whirlblasts of 
wholesale avengement. Europe is a vast powder magazine, with a 
strident maniac in the middle waving a burning torch; and from 
Asia is wafted the odorous stench of plague-smitten millions. 

Any day, any hour, 'Civilization' may be startled from its 
hypnotic trance, to gaze upon the mightiest drama that has ever 
been unrolled when 'the tempest flings out its red banner of 
lightning,' and great nations groan, and reel, and surge, and rock; 
beneath the thunderous tread of trampling legions, drilling for the 
savage shock. Military arsenals are preparing in every city, and 
floating defiantly on Seven Seas are the steel-clad fortresses of 
rival Mights. 

Foolish and blind (or mad) are they who think the struggle 
for existence ended. It is only begun. This Planet is in its infancy, 
not in its decrepitude. The 'end of all things' is afar off. The 
kingdom of heaven is not at hand. Incessant is the rivalry for 
supremacy among men, and manifold are its metamorphoses. Not 
for a single hour, for a single second, is there an armistice. Night 
and day the combat rages, and with renewed virulence on Sundays. 
When we fall asleep and when we wake up, the clashing of the 
weapons and the crunching of the bones, is sounding on our ears. 
Everywhere 'the sword is uplifted on man.' Everywhere Cain's 
bludgeon is cracking skulls, and with bloodhounds Americans hunt 
each other. The hands of 'Congregations of the Faithful' are red 
with the blood of the innocent; yet how they boast of being washed 
clean in the blood of their Brother— the Lamb. 



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Eternal Battle is the main condition upon which man holds 
his life tenure. When the brand is shattered in his hand, that is death 
or— slavery. When his enemies are beneath his heel, that is life, 
honor, success. Indeed the struggle between men is more pitiless, 
and more unmerciful , than among brutes . 

The brute beasts do not enslave, but permit the unfit to die 
off. Man enslaves his 'brother man' on business principles, and 
makes fuel of the widow and the fatherless. The 'failures in life' 
may be counted by millions and everyone knows their horrible 
fate — their living death. Behold them being whirled into the 
blazing maw of the great iron furnaces. 

Overt action is not always needful for the drastic removal of 
lower organisms. Very often, if left alone, degenerates cremate 
themselves. If given control of governmental mechanisms, they 
immediately commence to grind one another into mincemeat-(that 
is to say, into dividends); crying Holy! Holy! Holy! Mentally, 
physically, morally, they are past redemption. Doomed souls are 
they — miserable sinners! 

Seventy-five per cent of the inmates of state orphan 
asylums (for example) are the children of parents that perish from 
chronic alcoholism. Poverty, helotism, are results of chronic ballot- 
boxing. Alcoholism and politics are convenient Destructives — 
Crematories; whereby weak-minded 'flocks' may eliminate 
themselves with beneficent results. 

Nature having already condemned them, they provide each 
other with palatable poisons— for slow but sure suicide. They build 
Gehenna-fires and cast themselves headlong into blazes. 

Sociology is a biological problem and Nations are herds of 
cattle. How much demagogic he-hawing would die down into 
solemn self-questioning if this Grim Omnific Fact were clearly 
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BE AS A LION IN THE PATH! 

Hate for hate— and ruth for ruth, 
Eye for eye— and tooth for tooth. 
Scorn for scorn— and smile for smile, 
Love for love— and guile for guile. 
War for war— and woe for woe, 
Blood for blood— and blow for blow. 

Thou has listened full oft, to the diabolic philosophy of the 
'Divine' Creepling! 

"Love your enemies and bless them that hate you and 
despitefully use you." 

But I say unto you:— Love thy kindred, love thy friends, 
love thyself, and hate thine enemies with a whole heart. 

Be a foe to your friend's foe — a friend to your friend's 
friend, and above all things permit no wrong, done unto thee or 
thine, to pass unchallenged or unredressed, unavenged. 
Let thy motto be 'Tread not on me.' 

For, he that tamely submits, to insult and injury is worse 
than a dog; he is a dastard, a born slave, a Christhng. 
I'm the friend of all brave men, 
The foe of all cowards; 
I call up high daring, 
I cast down despair. 

An Evil Spirit hath inoculated our race with the hideous 
gospel of submissiveness, of degeneracy: — 

"Resist not evil" it whines and "If a man smite thee on one 
cheek, turn the other to him and the other also." 

But I say unto you:— "If a man smite you on one cheek, 
smash him on the other." 

Resist every Evil! Be as a lion in the path! 
Be dangerous even in defeat! 

Courage I say! Courage! and evermore Courage! Even the 
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Material Success 




Chapter c 



"You must tread on the necks of your enemies if you would 
win renown. It is success that makes the great man" was 
Napoleon's dicta. The whole duty of man in this world is to 
succeed — to help himself, defeat his foes; outstrip his rivals. He 
who conquers not, is conquered. He who is unable to trample 
rough-shod over others, will assuredly be trampled over by them. 
In the strength of his arm man eats his bread. In the sweat of his 
brow (and brain), the slave earns bread — for a master. 

All emotional rhetoric about 'love one another,' 'learn to 
labor and to wait,' etc., has a tendency to paralyze effort— to make 
victims rather than victors of assentients. Every man's hand is 
against every other man: except where living individuals have 
formed temporary co-partnerships. When one partner breaks the 
mutual agreement, then the Combine is necessarily dissolved, and 
all become enemies — as before. Fraternity between carnivores is as 
transient as the smoke of the morning. It is a pro-tern expedient. 

Two hungry lions may engage to hunt together, but should 
one attempt to seize more than his fair proportion of the prey, then 
it is — woe to the vanquished. 

Self preservation first, foremost, above all things, and at 
whatever cost, is the law of the jungle. So must it be among human 
carnivores. So it is, for society is a jungle. Therefore, O reader! Go 
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live by bread alone. Be strong and fear not, for all obstruction melts 
away before real strength of deed and strength of character. 
Nothing succeeds like success. Do not quibble over the order of 
your succeeding but— succeed. Thou shalt give thy heart to no god, 
for that is idiocy; neither shalt thou love thy neighbors as thyself, 
for that is madness. Let 'Nil Desperandum' be your motto even to 
the death. If you fail you are righteously detestable; but if you 
triumph, thrice blessed art thou. (The great vice of our age is 
cowardice.) Glory and honor be unto him that wins, but anathema 
maranatha be upon the head of him that fails. Failure is not only 
disgrace, but practical proof of organic incompetence. 

Power and proprietorship cover a multitude of sins — of 
alleged sins; but men and women, (especially women) have an 
overflowing fund of sympathy and forgiveness — for the 'Bold Bad 
Man' if he is victorious. How women admire men of leonine 
resolution and Eagle Principles. How they detest cowardice, 
'goodness,' feebleness, effeminacy, failure. There is no character in 
history so universally applauded, as the bold 'bad' rebel and the 
mighty conqueror. 

Therefore get you gold and land and power somehow. If 
foiled and baffled one way, try another. Where there's a will, there 
are a thousand ways. If the worn and beaten tracks are intentionally 
blockaded against you, do not hesitate to cut-out a new highway 
through the jungle — for yourself. Never mind the pulpiteers and 
editors. They are hired to blind and blockade you. Above all things 
do not follow the multitude, for it tramples downward, ever 
downward along Via Del Mortes to abysses of poverty, chains, and 
shame. Retreat not, turn not aside to the right hand nor to the left, 
but zig-zag on. Ask no quarter, no sympathy. 'Die the death' rather 
than surrender and perishing — strike at your conqueror. 'Withhold 
not good from him to whom it is due, when it is in the power of 
thine hand to do it.' But withal be honorable and upright; never 
forgetting that bravery (which includeth all other virtues) is the 
highest wisdom — and material success the chief end of man. 
'Upward thou must rise, or falter— bend the neck and stand 
triumphant— be the anvil or the hammer.' 



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Battle and conquer Here and Now, for behold! — to- 
morrow you die! you die!— and that is the end of you. Let 
Napoleon's ideal be thine. Napoleon was Darwin on horseback. 
When addressing the ragged and famishing army of Italy, these 
were his words: — "Soldiers! abundance courts you in the fertile 
plains below — (the plains of Italy) ... are you deficient in 
constancy and courage?" Events proved that they were not 
deficient in constancy and courage. 

Consequently the spoils of Italy and the stored-up treasures 
of the great Venetian Bank were equalized among them. 
Everywhere similar conditions have prevailed absolutely, and 
always will prevail. There is land for the taking, and gold for the 
raking; and fame, and power, and song; for the brave, the bold, and 
the strong — and for none other. Therefore, be thou a Napoleon — 
do not be a Christ. 

Get you Property by whatever method comes easiest to you. 
Reverting to terms economic 'but power in the cheapest market and 
sell it in the dearest.' Gratify your life-hopes as the lions and eagles 
do, i.e. along the lines of least resistance — even as do growing 
plants in a dark cellar. Do they not endeavor to reach sunshine by 
the most direct route. 

Scorn all insolent dictation as to right and wrong. Decide 
right and wrong for yourself. Get property, honestly if you can; but 
remember 'business is business.' ("Mr. Cecil Rhodes under heavy 
fire for fifteen minutes, captured one herd of cattle himself.")* 

Life is life and defeat is hell. Obey thine Inner Voice! It can 
never err. It is thy very soul. Be a Darwin in active operation. Do 
noble deeds, don't dream about them all thy life long. 

'Moral principles' you say! What are moralisms that they 
should paralyze your arm and brain? Are they not artificial human 
enactments, apparently sanctified; but not necessarily natural, 
honest, just, or true? Moral codes are the Black Terror of all 
dastards. 

The ethical principles of Christendom, judging by daily 



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developments, are the principles of a mocking, sneaking, hypocritic 
devil— if there is a devil. 



Readers must distinctly understand that sexual morality is 
nowise condemned in these pages. In all sexual relations (as in 
everything else) 'morality' is what Strength decrees. Women are 
frail beings at the best of times and in their secret hearts are 
probably lovers of the unlimited. For the welfare of the breed, and 
the security of descent, they must be held in thorough subjection. 
Man has captured them and besides providing for, and protecting 
them it is necessary to keep them 'on the chain' as it were. Woe 
unto him, woe unto them, and woe unto our Race, if ever these 
lovable creatures should break loose from mastership, and become 
the rulers or equals of Man. (But that is impossible.) From the 
earliest ages, Man has captured his wife by force or stratagem and 
to this day he does the same. Marriage ceremonies symbolize his 
proprietorship — his capture. The marriage ring is one link of a 
chain, emblematic of the fact that the pre-historic bridegroom 
chained his 'beloved one' in a cave; till she became tame, tractable, 
reciprocative. 

The sexual degeneracy that is now so prevalent among us, 
is the result of Christian Civilization; that is to say, the 
Demonetization of Man and the equalization of woman. As long as 
the husband is absolute Imperator within his own four walls, the 
poisoning of the marriage bed (now so common, and so 
loathsome), cannot take place. If his wife or an intruder dares to 
dishonor him, their death is an effective deterrent. His daughters, 
controlled with equal vigor, are not permitted to mate with every 
strumous Dick, Tom, and Harry, that comes smirking along; but are 
'given away' to men who are born of Good Stock; or who have 
proved their inherent manhood and capacity — in carnivorous 
combat. 

In his sexual relations, the insolent interference of Church 
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establishing a system of organized concubinage; or rather 
promiscuity. The records of our divorce courts show that sexual 
infidelity is spreading like wildfire. A prominent New Yorker has 
publicly asserted that two-thirds of the 'married' women in that city 
are systematically unfaithful; and a fat sordid priestling (named 
Moody) openly advises his female lambs, to enter into the joys of 
'godly freedom' via that harlot factory, the Divorce Court. 

A woman is two-thirds womb. The other third is a network 
of nerves and sentimentality. To 'emancipate' her, is to hand her 
over to the tender mercies of clerics, who have learned to 
'play'upon her emotionalism. Then Credos become illegitimately 
powerful and even try to dictate 'the whole duty of Man.' After a 
time diabolical pastor-theories inspire politics and rule nations. 
Then the State becomes the individual's Dictator. Man are 
demonetized while degeneracy and socialistic hybridism sets in, 
like a slimy flood. 

Prostitution (for hire) is also the direct outcome of unnatural 
conditions, brought about and established, by the harmonious 
infernalism of statesmen and prelates. In many countries this vile 
thing is 'regulated' by law, and in all great cities it is a sure source 
of revenue, not only to the police forces, but to every man who 
invests in real-estate or banking scrip. A great city is a great ulcer, 
and a great ulcer is a sure symptom of congenital blood poisoning. 
Undoubtedly the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah was a good 
thing. 

If our modern Sodoms were all razed to the ground, how 
Nature in all her perennial purity would rejoice exultantly? How 
she would wrap their tombs and crumbling tumuli with a blaze of 
shining glory. 

If development persists along present lines, the time is not 
remote when it shall be truthfully recorded: "There is no marriage 
in America." A terrible menace to manhood lurks in the dictation of 
Slave Majorities in this as in all other affairs. Under the plausible 
form of Divorce Proceedings, a devilish enginery has been 
established; by means of which the once pure Saxon Invaders of 
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semi-socialistic free-lovers. 

The sanctity of the Home is disappearing. No longer can it 
be asserted that a 'man's house is his castle.' Marriages are 
becoming proportionately less and less; and baby-farming by the 
Government, is in full blast. Home life is withering away under the 
blight of State Interference and Pastoral Benediction. 

Look over at France where (with the growth of government 
supervision) the absolutism of the husband is attenuated to a mere 
fiction — and what do you see? A nation steeped in communistic 
eroticism, as in a stygian sewer. French women are notoriously 
unfaithful, and the most horrible sexual lusts are practiced and 
pleasantly laughed at. There promiscuity results in barrenness; and 
this, when supplemented by correlated self-sterilization, is rapidly 
transmuting the once all-powerful Frankish Confederacy, into a 
feeble and decaying tribe of wasted marasma-struck manlings, 
sheltering themselves beneath the all-protecting wing of an Asiatic 
Despot. 

The title of a man to the proprietorship of his wife does not 
originate with Church, or State, or Majority Votes. It is inherent in 
the Man himself. It began in capture and is continued by capture, 
modified of course by mutual affection,* mutual toleration, and 
parental love. It existed before the State Monstrosity was invented, 
and it must be maintained intact, even if both Church and State 
(those twin devils), have to be utterly annihilated. The Christian 
Church commenced operations among Roman slaves and Syrian 
harlots. Its founder himself was the fruit of clandestine intercourse. 
He never married but consorted with publicans, pariahs, 
magdalenes, all his life. By his silence upon one famous occasion, 
he condoned adultery; and in his nebulous Paradise (which 
socialists and anarchists and other priestlings assert will 'come' 
upon earth) he insinuatingly states there is 'no marriage or giving 
in marriage.' 

During the first three centuries 'Christians' was another 
name for 'free lovers'— meeting in catacombs and secret places, to 

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enjoy promiscuous sexualism, before the 'end of the world' came— 
an event they expected every day, for three hundred years. 

The leprous repulsiveness of medieval sodalities and 
modern monasticism, is all too well known, and requires no more 
than a passing allusion. 'The cells where corralled onanism dwells' 
are as notorious as they are ultra-natural. Not only the lairs of male 
and female celibates, but the vestries of churches and temples, have 
ever been hot-beds of lasciviosness, seduction, and all 
uncleanliness. 

"The harlot is Christ's sister, and the tramp is Christ's 
brother;" proclaims 'our dear comrade, W.T. Stead,' and he ought 
to know. Has he not theatrically tried his hand at 'being a Christ' 
(vide 'Liza Armstrong and Modern Babylon') — in order to turn an 
honest penny? 

In deference to Barbarian prejudices (after the Alaric and 
Attila immigrations) the Early Church abandoned its communistic 
Free Loverisms. But to provide holy sanctions and written authority 
for its change of heart; monkish forgeries of 'Epistles from the 
Saints' were manufactured on an extensive scale and cautiously 
published throughout Europe. 

To-day, with the advent of Triumphant Democracy, all vile 
old slave-practices are being actively revived. 

Verily! Verily! Triumphant Democracy, thou art a foul 
thing!— Triumphant Desolation!— Triumphant Amphimixis! Lo! 
this is the redeeming spirit that was to 'cleanse the heathen as white 
as snow.' 

Many modern chapels are little better than assignation 
houses; and the tambourined, uniformed Christlings of the slum- 
corners are boastfully recruited from the vilest of the vile. An 
enterprising Chicago pastor has even started a free-love seraglio 
(with himself as the divine Thunder Thrower) which he calls 
'Heaven'; and one of its ugliest angels has boldly sworn in open 
Court, that she was impregnated by the Holy Ghost; to whom she 
bore a son — in the orthodox style. 

Altogether primitive Christianity is in its renaissance. 
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on earth as it is in heaven" is being rapidly and joyously 
materialized. 

Deity hath established Himself as Statute Law. 'The State 
which is the People' is His throne, and 'the Church which is 
righteousness' is his footstool. Glory! Glory! Glory! 'All the ends 
of the world hath seen the salvation of our God.' Behold 
Christliness realizing itself through social institutionalisms! Behold 
the golden harvests grown from the seed of Legislation! 

O for the Barbarian swarms of the Danube and the Rhine ! — 
for the Blonde Pirates from the Northern Seas! O for men of a 
spirit, with lion hearts and lion brains!— for one cohort of True 
Knights, who would consolidate their Hopes and Convictions into 
Naked Swords! Alas! Alas! Vanity of vanities, all is vanity! The age 
of Chivalry is dead and gone, 'So sleeps the proud of former 
days — so glory's thrill is o'er.' 



3 



In all practical operations, non-principled persons possess a 
distinctive advantage over 'principled' ones. Honesty never 
succeeds for when it succeeds, it is not honesty. There is not fair 
play in Love or War; and all life is made up of Love and War. 
Genuinely honest men, die as a rule like dogs — in a ditch; and in 
their business affairs they are 'nowhere.' In their dotage or 'in 
God's good time' — they (nearly always) go over the hill to State 
Infirmaries, unknown, friendless. 

What chance has a conscientious man, when pitted in 
statesmanship, literature, or commerce, against the Organized 
Knavery of sanctimonious and powerful cut-throats? To them he is 
a pigeon to be plucked — a buck to be hunted — a criminal to be 
chained — a madman to be made sport of— a lamb to be skinned — 
a heretic to be — burnt alive. 

Certainly it is not good strategy for a man to openly 
proclaim his loss of faith in conventional moralisms; if he desires 
to get-on in the world. A wiseling keeps his real sentiments on this 
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moral heresy is one of pretended sanctity. It is very effective. 
Nearly all the Higher Thieves are ostentatiously pious. Thus when 
you hear pulpiteers and journalists vociferously proclaiming their 
profound acquiescence in 'moral principles,' it is safe to conclude 
that they are engineering some subterranean swindle. 

'Belief is a war-strategem — an instrument of deceit, a 
convenient falsification formula — a beautiful hood-wink. Hence it 
is, that very religious and very holy persons, are almost always 
thorough-going scoundrels at heart— utterly unreliable — utterly 
untrustworthy. Generally their whole lives are one long drawn out 
mendacity, and genuiness-of-Thought or Action is in their mind, 
attenuated to a mere sham. 

Politicians, authors, pastors, 'prophets,' historians, 
philosophers, and editors, are notorious falsifiers of nature and 
fabricators of subterfuge. Soaked in unnaturalism, saturated 
through and through with delirium-breeding hashish-literature, 
they become organically incapable of speaking, let alone of 
thinking or writing honestly. Artificialism has trained them to be 
prevaricators, and prevaricators they must remain until the clods 
from the grave-diggers shovel rattle down on their coffin lids. As 
the Old Man of the Mountains trained his fanatical Assassins, and 
sent them forth to slay, so Civilization trains its Fiendling 
Intellectuals and sends them forth to assassinate Human Nature. 
They are the murderers of manliness — the regicides of Thought— 
the annihilators of Heroism. Would that I had a legion of demons, 
to wring their necks. They have smothered the grand and masterful 
old Northern Realisms beneath pestiferous rubbish heaps of 
Oriental Mythology — of Hebrew old clothes. They repeat 
automatically in sounding diction, what has already been stuffed 
into them, as it were, with a ramrod. Their learning is the learning 
of the 'learned pig' in a menagerie; and their virtue is the virtue of 
a conscientious Jesuit. March of Mind they call it! — 'As organs 
grind the note they're set to . . . brains jejune . . Grind, year in year 
out, the same Old Tune.' 




JVHGHT fS RJCHT 



The men who conspicuously 'succeed in life' —the generals 
and nobles, merchant-princes, powerful prelates, opulent bankers, 
wealthy manufacturers, never overload themselves with artificial 
moral principles. In their secret hearts they utterly despise all 
evangelisms and as for written law, they are above and beyond its 
reach. Kings, conquerors, millionaires, are perpetually being 
denounced for not abiding by Laws and Regulations enacted by 
Majority Votes. 

The man who plays 'the game of life' in strict accord with 
certain cut and dried principles — principles that everybody knows 
by heart, is not likely to come out a winner. He who in his younger 
days, incommodes himself with copy-book moralisms and terror of 
the Law; is like unto a soldier, who (before entering the battlefield) 
ties his right hand behind his back and pledges himself to strike and 
shoot his adversaries on one pre-arranged spot of their bodies only. 
Could such a madman-soldier hope to conquer? What chance 
would he have if pitted against brave, dauntless, well equipped 
antagonists; who had not foolishly bound themselves by such a 
stupid obligation? 

"The right of Nature, which writers commonly call jus 
naturale, is the liberty each man hath, to use his own power for 
the preservation of his own nature; that is to say his own life, and 
consequently of doing anything, which in his own judgment and 
reason he shall conceive to be the aptest means thereto" writes 
Hobbes in his "Leviathan." The man who permits himself to be 
directed and mastered by the insolent moral principles of the 
Multitude, is like an eagle with clipped wings and broken talons. 

In war, your chief end is to smash and paralyze your 
enemy's combinations. To do this effectually you must meet wile 
with wile, steel with steel , and blow with blow. You must be equally 
prepared to fight in the open or fight under cover; to fight on sea, 
to fight on land, or to fight in the air. You shall wage your own 
war— you shall think your own thought. It is pusillanimity that 
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men, O ye Philistines!" 

Tacitus with true Roman stateliness observes: — "The gods 
look with favor upon supreme courage"; and Herbert Spencer 
savagely asserts that "a creature not energetic enough to maintain 
itself must die." Cursed are the white-livered, they make excellent 
fertilizer. Truly — "The seed of the wicked shall be cut off." 

This age of ours wants men above all things— 'men of a 
spirit' — men ever ready to look into the eyes of death, without 
winking. Behold! I post up this New Proclamation. "The man who 
made Justice was a Liar." 

Whatever weapon your Enemy possesses, must be 
duplicated, or improved upon by you. If it suits him to challenge 
battle in open front, be sure and ambush him in the flank; or 
straightway make a hidden detour and charge him in the rear. It is 
your chief business to delude him, deceive him, decoy him, out- 
general him, if you can. If moral scruples and fear of 'what the 
world will say,' prevent you from doing this, then you were born to 
subordination; and you had better surrender; for you can never 
hope to vanquish. You must be born again. 

'Over an open grave' ever lies the road to success. In 'the 
worlds broad field of battle,' every man is a combatant; and to be a 
successful combatant, he must not only be calculating, cool- 
headed, and brave; but possessed of merciless strategy, a stout 
heart, a strong arm, and quiet indomitable determination. 

Even the Siamese twins waged a life-long civil war. Man, as 
we have proved, is the King of the Great Carnivores. Homo, 
Homini Lupus. By heredity and by training, all carnivores are 
instinctively strategic in their hunt-operations. They lie in wait for 
their prey, when they cannot capture it by other methods; but they 
do not hesitate to hunt in the open, if it pleases them to do so. Great 
animals (whether man or brute) never operate in strict accordance 
with prearranged rules of procedure. If they did do so, they could 
never prosper— and would die of hunger. Their greatness lies in 
springing surprises — in doing exactly what their antagonists (or 
intended quarry) don't expect them to do — in being beyond and 
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Genius in a first-class commander is always exemplified, 
not by his 'goodness,' but by the originality and aggressive 
boldness of his pitiless tactics. When he is thought to be in full 
retreat, he whirls around and annihilates his pursuers. When his 
adversaries are preparing to give him a hot reception, 'he foldeth 
his tents like the Arabs,' and silently wendeth away. 

When it is whispered he will embattle his defensive legions 
on the frontiers of the Fatherland; he bridges the Rhine and bounds 
upon Paris with tooth and claw. When to invaders, he is expected to 
abandon Moscow and retire; he burns it to the ground; and while 
his foemen (imbedded in snow and ice) are freezing to death; he 
shells them with his field batteries. When wiselings predict that he 
will seize Gaul and establish a Colonial Dictatorship; he fords the 
Rubicon, marches on Rome and throttles the Law. When his 
nation's foemen are embattled on Italian plains, he crosses the 
Punic foam and carries the war into Africa. When he is reported to 
be assaulting Babylonian Ramparts he digs a new channel for 'the 
River' and writeth "mene mene tekel upharisin" on Balshazaar's 
walls. When defenders believe he will march up the Slope with 
drums and banners gay he quietly scales the Heights of Abraham 
(in the night) and captures Quebec. When western diplomats think 
he is about to pounce on Constantinople; he runs Baldwin engines 
through the Great Wall and stuffs the title deeds of the moribund 
Chinese empire into his overcoat pocket. 



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The man-animal can never be rendered absolutely 'moral' 
because by nature he is as full of wiles as a fox or a Jew. Should he 
insanely endeavor to abandon his predatory propensities, then he 
immediately begins to degenerate and ultimately becomes a feeble, 
diseased, ghost-ridden monstrosity, a horror to look at. Therefore 
those who conscientiously try to become 'honest' and 'good' are 
permitting themselves to be sacrificed — as burnt offerings on Idol 
Altars. 

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all right (although even that is questionable), but if one per cent are 
deliberately dishonest, then it is assuredly all wrong. Under such 
resultant circumstances the 'ninety nine' actually become victims 
of 'the one.' Honest merchants are ruined by dishonest merchants, 
honest commanders out-maneuvered by dishonest commanders, 
honest workmen displaced by dishonest workmen, honest judges 
undermined by dishonest judges, and honest nations reduced to 
beggary and vassalage by dishonest nations. 

Honesty is merely a policy — under given circumstances 
'the best policy' — nothing more. In all departments of human 
effort, honesty is used as a cloak for real designs; just as a wood, a 
ravine, or a stretch of rising ground serves (in campaigning) to hide 
squadrons deploying for flank movements. 

Why then do parents inoculate the plastic minds of their 
children, with false conceptions of moral conduct, when they 
themselves must know (from personal experience) that all such 
conceptions are a positive handicap in the race for Wealth and 
Power. What a witless procedure, to teach Ideals (at home, at 
school, and at college), that we know in our hearts, are thorough- 
going Lies, and then expect nobility of personal conduct to be the 
resultant? Turn out into the world a young man well trained in 
'moral principles' and the chances are ninety-nine to one against 
him. 

Indeed the majority of men never win success until they are 
middle aged; until they have had time to slough off the false 
Idealisms, they began the world with. Un-naturalism has never yet 
bred a race of heroes and never will. All great Races are predatory. 
The 'hungry-to-eat-a-man,' tiger knows that if he first 
growls out his intentions, and then openly bounds up to his 
intended victim, he will (most probably) get an explosive bullet 
neatly lodged in his cerebrum. Consequently he ambushes himself 
hind the shadow of a rock or behind a log, and leaps upon his 
'dinner' with varying results. It is the same— exactly the same, 
among carnivorous bipeds. A few of them are tigers, hungry-to-eat- 
a-man, and the rest are — tiger 's-meat, hungry to be eaten. The fact 
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fundamentally un-natural and utterly inoperative. Christian 
principles and Natural principles mutually antagonize one another. 
Nature is Anti-Christ. Darwinism is the mortal foe of Hebraism. 

Nature's command is, "Be egoistic, possess the earth and 
fight it out." Jesus insists, "Be altruistic, abandon the world, and 
love your enemies." Darwin proclaims, "All ye are rival 
carnivores! Be strong therefore, and bold, and fear— Nothing." 
Christ teaches, "All ye are dearly beloved brethren. Be obedient 
therefore and "good" and fear — Ghosts." Jesus urges his devotees 
to PRAY for deliverance. Darwin gently intimates his heartfelt 
belief in the Law of Battle. "He who will not work, neither shall he 
eat" is the Apostolic pronunciamento. "He who will not fight, 
neither can he eat" is Nature's savage logic. 

"It is more blest to give than to receive" is the vacuous 
baby-prattle of the Pastor. It is more blest to capture than to receive, 
is ordinary Common Sense. 

He who denies man's right to exploit man, impeaches, not 
the conduct of man, but the order of nature. 

Who then is right — the Anglo-Saxon or the Israelite? The 
scientists of the oratorical wonder-worker? The Western thinker or 
the Eastern dreamer? Which is the True Faith:— Japhet's logic or 
Shem's Fabulism? 



Common-sense provides no precise solution of Right or 
Wrong. "All moral philosophy is false and vain," for man is 
unlimited. In the realm of Ethics, most modern wiselings are 
fanatical and unreasonable bigots. They really believe that Ethical 
Principles are as a house built on a rock; whereas 'the House' is an 
unfounded hypothesis, and 'the Rock' non existent. 

Good and Evil liveth only in men's minds. They are not 
Realities but shadows — credos — ghosts — and only the maddest of 
the mad worship their own Shade. 

What is Right — what is Wrong? These elemental 
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formulates replies to suit itself. De Facto Right and Wrong are no 
more than arbitrary algebraic signs, representing hypnagogic 
phantasies. They are mere symbols emblematic of belated 
fragments of insolent ecclesiastical crudities. In nature, all 
developments are essentially one and the same phenomenon 
infinitely transfused and intermingled. Good and Evil are human 
inventions, born of human foolery, narrowness, and short- 
sightedness. The organic brain is far too small and too 
contemptible, to completely comprehend what nature is driving at. 
What appears to be wrong to us, may be right in nature, and vice 
versa. 

We can no more establish an infallible system of ethics, 
than we can establish infallible systems of religion, philosophy or 
politics. All the Universe is in a state of flux, and men are but a 
swarm of querulous, heat-evolved insectivores, living aimlessly on 
the top of a floating cork, that whirls and darts and rolls over and 
over and over; amid the scum and froth and slime of a boiling 
bubbling Alembic. Within his own sphere individual man is, and 
ought to be the supreme determinant. Outside of that sphere he 
knows absolutely nothing — and philosophy less than nothing. 

As for the prophets of Futurity, from the days of Guatama, 
Bel, and Ishtar, down to Christ, Mahomet, Peter, Luther, Calvin, 
and Bringham Young; they have been strident 'deceivers all' 
working on the emotional credulity of women — and doltish 
rabbles. A false teacher may be earnestly and honorably sincere in 
all his theoria, but that does not necessarily demonstrate intrinsic 
divinity. Many false prophets have been murdered (because of their 
opinions) besides Jesus of Nazareth, Judea; and Smith of Nauvoo, 
Illinois. The execution of the founder of Mormonism (inspired by 
political clamor) is an exact parallel to the execution of the founder 
of Christianity (inspired by priestly clamor). The point is — neither 
shooting nor crucifixion are satisfactory proofs of divinity or 
probity. 

Right and Wrong, like Up and Down, East and West, are 
relative terms, without any fixed or finite meaning. What is good 
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East from Chicago, but West from Berlin. All depends upon the 
point of view. Consequently what may be 'right' in one age may, in 
another age, be wholly 'wrong.' 

In ancient Rome it was considered the height of impiety, 
heresy, and treason, for free born citizens to adore a circumcised 
Asiatic; but in modern Europe and America, it is considered pious 
and fashionable and highly commendable to do so. 

Even what is right to one man, under one set of 
circumstances, may be utterly wrong to the same man under a 
different set of circumstances. Cromwell as colonel of the 
Ironsides, thought regal absolutism the essence of all diabolism; but 
as President of the Republic, he defended it (in himself) as— 'a 
crowning mercy.' 

When Government soldiers shoot down American 'rebels' 
that is called 'a glorious victory' but when Government soldiers 
shot Colonial rebels during the Red Flag Riots (inaugural of the 
War of Independence) that is conventionally labelled 'wicked 
massacre.' 

When a band of rich men plunder the poor, that is business 
shrewdness, practical statesmanship, or financial integrity; but if 
bands of poor men plunder the rich, that is larceny, burglary, 
highway robbery, and rebellion. When the Anglo-Saxon invader is 
cooped-up and slaughtered in India, that is mutiny and red-handed 
murder; but when he mows down the sepoys in battalions, or 
fastens them to the muzzles of cannon and blows them into ribbons, 
that is upholding the majesty of Law and of Order. When Cuban 
guerrillas kill Spaniards, all American papers describe it as 'war' 
but when the Spaniards retaliate and kill the Cubans, that is 
'horrible butcheries by General Weyler.' Spanish cut-throats are 
glorified (in Spain) as dashing heroes, and the Cuban patriots 
described as brigands, outlaws, and brutal Negro Murderers. All 
depends on the point of view. 

Victory sanctifies. In the realm of abstract Ethics there is no 
other Fact upon which the plain man can finally make up his mind. 
As far as Sociology is concerned, ethical principles are decided by 
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on the standards of Victory, and Wrong on the draggled rags of Lost 
Causes. 

"When Brennus, commander of the ancient Gauls, attacked 
the Clusians, a Roman ambassador protested, asking 'what offense 
have the Clusians, given you?' Brennus laughed at the question, 
and replied:— 'Their offense is the refusal they make to divide the 
country with me. It is the same offense that the people of Alba, the 
Fidenians and Ardeans gave you; and lately the Vienians, the 
Falisci, and the Volsci. To avenge yourselves, you took up arms and 
washed your injury in their blood; you subdued the people, pillaged 
their houses, and laid waste their cities and their countries; and in 
this you did no wrong or injustice; you obeyed the most ancient 
laws, which gave to the Strong the possessions of the Weak; the 
sovereign law of nature, that begins with the gods and ends with the 
animals. Suppress therefore O Romans, your pity for the Clusians. 
Compassion is yet unknown to the Gauls; do not inspire them with 
the sentiments, lest they should have compassion upon those you 
oppress.' " 

History is full of similar logic. Brutus for instance, who 
poindered Julius Caeser (his friend and benefactor), has always 
been held up to public estimation as 'the noblest Roman of them 
all'; whereas Booth, who slew Abraham Lincoln, is everywhere 
and at all times, spoken of as a malevolent assassin. 

The operation of the 'Law' itself, is also an apt illustration 
of the paradoxical nature of Right and Wrong. Citizens who break 
the written law are hauled before judges, inquisitorially cross- 
examined, and chained for long years in State dungeons; but the 
statesmen and legislators may sell their country for gold, and break 
every statute law and constitution in the land; without the least fear 
of legal intimidation. Indeed the approbation of the State, is all- 
sufficient nowadays to sanctify any crime — even the most 
abominable. In this particular (of granting absolution) the State is 
gradually supplanting and absorbing the Church. 

(The protesters of the past demolished the infallible 
imperialism of clericals over religio-individual thought; and the 
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of Politicals over private judgement, and the development of 
Personality.) 

All 'good christian men' regard the judicial murder of Jesus 
as a crime of the blackest dye, but they chant church-paeans of joy 
over Jael 's murder of Sisera, and the assassination of Eglon King of 
Moab, etc. It is not very long ago since Catholic and Protestant 
idolators, mutually roasted each other alive 'for the glory of God 
and the uplifting of his Holy Name.' Each side proclaimed 
themselves right, with rack and thumbscrew, and other little 
instruments of persuasion. Protestants still think it a crime and a 
scandal to worship the mother of their God; but Catholics consider 
it right and proper to deify the Hebrew maid, who remained a maid 
(what a paradox?) after borning a son. 

To eat pork and beans is frightfully wicked for a Jew, but 
passable for a cultured Bostonian. To drink whiskey is iniquity to a 
Turk, but exhilarating to a Scotlander. Roast beef is a goodly dish 
to an English 'barbarian,' but famine-stricken orthodox Hindoos 
die rather than taste thereof. Duelling is honorable in some 
countries but dishonorable in others. So also pugilism, private 
revenge, tyrannicide, bull-fighting, regicide, and warfare. The 
Quakers, Anarchists, and Young Men's Christian Associations, are 
unceasingly railing against 'war and all its horrors,' whereas there 
are not a few benighted infidels, (including the author) who regard 
war as nature's Greatest Prophylactic. 

Polygamy is 'wrong' in England and America, but 
monogamy is righteousness, and polyandry 'right' (being licensed 
by the State); whereas in eastern Europe and among all 'savage' 
tribes, polyandry is iniquity; polygamy — blessedness; and 
monogamy — vileness . 

In ancient Lacadasmon stealing was considered highly 
meritorious if not found out, as in modem America. Solon places 
theft among the professions, and he knew what he was doing. 
Aristotle includes 'robbery' among the different kinds of hunting. 
There was no hypocrisy about these classical authors. They called 
a spade a spade, and searched Nature (not libraries) for facts, 
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steals a horse or a steer, he is lynched (if captured) as an 'enemy of 
society' but if he steals the value of a million horses by wrecking a 
savings bank; he is straightway made a Senator or Knighted. It is a 
criminal act to burglarize another man's house, but it's 'enlarging 
our markets' to steal Texas from the Mexicans; Alsace and 
Lorainne from the French; Egypt from the Turks; or Madagascar 
from the Hovas. The fact is, that all the greatest statesmen and 
kings have been (most commendably) the Higher Criminals. Wars 
are marauding expeditions and all kingship and property originates 
in Warfare. 

Slay one man (in order to rob him) and you are a murderer. 
Slay a million men (in order to rob them) and you are a renowned 
general. Annex from one person and you are a felonious ruffian, but 
annex from the whole population, or from rival nations, and you are 
made Chancellor of the Exchequer; Chairman of Ways and Means; 
or decorated with the grand cross of the Legion of Honor. Maraud 
direct for your own profit, and you are a heinous rascal, 
counterfeiter, forger, bandit; but maraud indirect, 'on public service 
only' and you are proclaimed "our opulent fellow-citizen and 
distinguished patriot." 

Take from the peasantry even an infinitesimal proportion of 
their petty property, and they will lynch you as a lazy thievish 
tramp; but take two-thirds of their harvests by law and rule (rent, 
interest or tax assessments) and they will turn out in the middle of 
the night, to cheer you in your steam-horsed palace car, as it whirls 
through their 'God forsaken' villages. 

To 'steal the goose from off the common' is awful rascality, 
but 'to steal the common from the goose' is splendid statesmanship. 
Men who write down Holy Fables in books are called Apostles of 
God, or canonized as saints; but men who tell regulation lies in the 
ordinary course of business are popularly supposed to be wicked 
and ungodly scamps. The delightful story-teller who prints a 
pleasing yarn, coined out of his alcoholic imagination, is known as 
a gifted author; but the plain blunt writer who interprets Facts and 
proclaims them openly, is an incarnation of iniquity, madness, 
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is another man's poison." 

Again, he who prevaricates in a pulpit for 'the Glory of 
God' is everywhere known as a Doctor of Divinity, but he who 
bears false witness in an ordinary Court of Justice, is universally 
condemned as a perjured villain. 

It is questionable if there is one codified crime that would 
be considered a crime in every land on earth. Just as there are a 
thousand different icons and ideals of god, so there are a thousand 
mutually repellent views of Right and Wrong. Every climate, every 
nation, every community, has its own notion of what Virtue means. 
Moral Dogmas are manufactured to suit the occasion, and are 
always used as instruments of intimidation. They are not 
necessarily in harmony with, or based upon Nature; except in the 
sense that Fraud is natural. Biologically and historically 
considered — "there is nothing either Right or Wrong, but thinking 
makes it so." 

Every age and nation must interpret Right and Wrong for 
itself. So must every man. It is each man's manifest duty to invent 
his own Ethical Credo. If he neglects this duty, and supinely 
(without thinking) adopts the Credo of the herd into which he is 
born; then his individuality is merged and lost. Other men with 
more personal will-power, may then set up fallacious, maladroit 
Dogmas— counterfeit twenty-four inch gauges — and compel him 
to 'conform' against his wish. They become rulers and proprietors, 
while he descends to the position of a dependent or vassal. Here is 
the permanent menace to freedom that lies imbedded in all ethical, 
political, and religious Codes. 

He who 'keeps the commandments' of another, is 
necessarily the servant of that other. He who curbs his own thought, 
to please a majority; has already lost his mental liberty. He who 
implicitly relies upon 'public opinion' becomes a mere 
marionette— a bloodless dummy. Professing independence, he is 
practically a prisoner in his own domain. 

The pride of life is in deciding and doing — in taking the 
initiative — not in obeying the dictation of others. He who 'keeps 
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a beggardom of rules and regulations. He who disobeys 'the 
commandments' becomes himself a Commandment-Maker; that is 
to say, a ruler over the minds and bodies and property of inferior 
organisms. Obedience is characteristic of the menial. Disobedience 
is the stamp of the hero. "Man is the measure of all things." — 
(Protagoras) 

"He who takes no initiative, and determines no issues, 
however intelligent and trustworthy, plays a subordinate part."* 
All great deeds are the result, not of Majority Votes, but of 
Individual Activity. 

Every man who is free (and freedom means something 
more than the mere privilege of dropping regulation pieces of print 
into a Majority Box) should judge 'all things' by his own 
personality. He should regard himself as the measuring rod — the 
determinant — the unit of value, and carefully abstain from blindly 
adopting other men's measurements, without personal verification 
and reasonable tests. 

The easiest way for a band of public robbers to plunder a 
nation, is for them to issue counterfeit currency, and exchange it for 
intrinsic values; and the easiest way to enslave a Race is to wheedle 
it into, or impose upon it counterfeit Ethics, that is to say, 
fraudulent standards of morality. 

When the weighing scales (or measures) are falsified, all 
subsequent exchange becomes marauding. Then foreclosing 
bankers become cattle-lifters, and machine politicians develop into 
pirates. Thus it happeneth that the words 'politician' and 'thief are 
now interchangeable terms; more especially in America, France, 
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Better far, for a free animal to be killed outright, than to be 
mastered, subordinated, and enchained. 

Mentally, morally, physically, a full-grown man should 

* Admiral Walker, U.S.N. , in Forum, Dec, 1896. 



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swear allegiance to no extraneous moralism, custom, or arbitrary 
rule-of-conduct. He ought to take a special pride in developing his 
own individuality; independent of all other men whatsoever. In the 
maxim "union is strength" there lies an abiding fallacy. Very often, 
in practical affairs, he is greatest who stands most apart. "Every 
man for himself is the law of life. Every man for an Institution, a 
God, or a Dogma, is the law of death. "Mind your own business" is 
a line of thought very much neglected in this infirm age; when 
every sodden degenerate fancies that it is his 'business' to be every 
other degenerate's keeper, guardian, and nurse. Cain's wrathful 
retort "am I my brother's keeper?" contains a far reaching practical 
philosophy, that is deserving of calm consideration, in the light of 
contemporary socialistic maladjustments and biologic 
evolutionism. Only the terrorized repent. But non-moralists found 
families, build cities, rule the earth and laugh at the Gods. 

Each individual should think as he pleases — as l the spirit 
moves him' — without the least respect for what others think or 
do — the only limit to his actions being (of course) the materialized 
opposition he actually meets with; for the Strong are the natural 
limit of the Strong. No one is bound to obey another (or a majority) 
except 'the other' can coerce obedience; and to do that at all times, 
under all circumstances, would be terribly troublesome, expensive, 
and — dangerous. 

When actualized antagonism is met with, it is every 
dauntless man's business to surmount it— if he can. Should he find 
that beyond his strength (or the massed power of his friends and 
supporters), then death or submission are the only reasonable 
alternatives. If he has not the nerve to fall (as the maligned Catiline 
fell at Pistoria*), then he and his posterity to the third and fourth 
generation must sink to subjectivity. 

If he is coerced by superior Strength (or strategy) into 
temporary retreat; he then owes no allegiance whatever to his 
triumphant adversaries; and he should be ever ready (when time 

* "All wounded in from; not a man taken alive; Catiline himself gasping out his life, 
ringed round with corpses of his foemen ." ' —SALLUST. 



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and tide seem propitiatory) to overwhelm and destroy their 
dictation. "Get there!" I say, get there! — Get there at any cost! 

Be thou a True Knight. Save thyself by thine own deeds. If 
a man wound you on one cheek, lay him low — smite him hip and 
thigh. Self preservation is the first law of thy being. Hate for hate, 
and ruth for ruth — scorn for scorn, and tooth for tooth. Get there, I 
say!— Get there! Get there at any cost! 

Let him no longer boast of his bravery who merely weeps 
with his Dear-Ones, when his Dear-Ones weep for bread. The 
gallant and the brave, have never yet been known to want for 
anything. Women shed tears; men shed blood. Cowards serve 
masters. Bold men make themselves Masters. 

When passing through the Valley of Humiliation, slaves and 
dastards, exposing their sores, sob aloud for consolation and 
sympathy. Brave men stand apart and ponder vengeance or 
conquest. 

The fear of death is the beginning of Slavery. Majority-Box 
despotism can only be maintained, by making a sudden and violent 
death its final sanction. 'Civilized' men are terrorized at the idea of 
death, and as long as that is so, those who wield sudden death in the 
hollow of their hand , are masters of the world. Hence a small body 
of disciplined fighters (if protected by the death penalty) are 
capable of dominating a nation of ten thousand times their number. 

Hence also, in accordance with the 'fight-fire-with-fire' 
principle, all secret associations aiming at the destruction of 
established tyrannies, in Church or State, have ever been organized 
(from the most ancient times) upon a 'death penalty' basis. When 
successful, these societies become 'Government' in their turn; 
merely re-forming as defence forces instead of aggressive forces. 
On this account the inner workings of 'government' are unknown 
to the outer world. 

Every ministerial Cabinet is oath-bound and all the higher 
officials are pledged and obligated under a death penalty, to the 
most strict secrecy. Indeed under the cover of Popular Government, 
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No man has (or ever had) any inherent right to the use of 
the earth; nor to personal independence; nor to property, nor to 
wives, nor to liberty of speech; nor to freedom of thought; nor to 
anything except he can (by himself or in conjuction with his allies) 
assert his 'rights' by Power. What are (in popular parlance) called 
'rights,' are really 'spoil' — the prerogatives of formerly exerted 
Might; but a 'right' lapses immediately, when those who are 
enjoying it, become incapable of further maintaining it. 
Consequently all 'rights' are as transient as morning rainbows, 
international treaties, or clauses in a temporary armistice. They may 
be abrogated at any moment, by any one of the contracting parties, 
holding the necessary Power. 

Broadly speaking therefore, Might is incarnated Right, and 
rights are metamorphosed mights. Power and Justice are synonyms; 
for Might is mighty and does prevail. They who possess the 
undisputable Might (be they one, ten, or ten million) may and do 
proclaim the Right. Government is founded on property, property is 
founded on conquest, and conquest is founded on Power— and 
Power is founded on brain and brawn — on Organic Animality. Just 
as parents dictate right to their children, so masterful animals 
dictate right to millions and millions of sodden-livered, baby- 
minded men. Monarchic rulers are the gaudy jumping-jacks, and 
representative institutions the tax gathering mechanism of the 
Mighty-Ones. Banks and safe-deposits are their treasure-stores, and 
armies and navies their sentinels, executioners, watchmen. 

"There is much to be said for the opinion" writes Professor 
Huxley, "that Force effectually and thoroughly used, so as to render 
further opposition useless, establishes an ownership that should be 
recognized as soon as possible." Professor Jevons expresses a 
parallel thought: — "The first step must be, to rid our minds of the 
idea that there are such things as abstract rights." 'Spiritual right' 
and 'moral right' cannot possibly be explained, because they are 
merely verbalisms without solid substance. They are not even 
shadows; for a shadow implies a materialized actuality. It is 
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left to University professors and Sunday school divines. They are 
adepts at clothing their mental nudity in clouds of wondrous 
verbosity. 

Right, in its broadest and deepest sense can be logically 
defined however, as the manifestations of solar energy, 
materialized through human thought and thew, upon Battlefields — 
that is to say, in Nature's Supreme Court. Might is victory and 
victory establishes rightness. Might is cosmic power in chemic 
operation; and Man (in his own sphere) is heliocentric force on two 
legs. Might is mighty and must prevail. 

It does prevail, for verily it is as the Law of Gravitation- 
Nay! — ft is the law of Gravitation. 



All arbitrary rules of Right and Wrong are insolent 
invasions of personal liberty. He who would maintain his manhood, 
must ignore them and abandon them, wherever and whenever 
possible; except he has investigated them— paralleled them with 
Nature, and without coercion agrees to abide thereby as a modus- 
vivendi. If he accepts them (on other conditions) as his life-long 
load, that is — his funeral. If he is eager to handicap himself or 
commit suicide, why shouldn't he? That is his own business. 

A sensible man should never conform to any rule or custom 
simply because it has been highly commended by others, alive or 
dead. If they are alive he should suspect their motives. If dead they 
are out of Court. He should be a law unto himself in all things; 
otherwise he permits himself to be demonetized to the level of a 
domestic animal. 

The real man must depend upon himself absolutely, 
determine his own ends, decide his own plan of campaign; and 
savagely resent any authoritarian interference; (especially if it takes 
the form of socialistic officialism). He must be resolutely on his 
defence, against all those meddlesome 'dogs' who dare to impose 
their squalid ideals upon his private or public life. 

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dangerous adversary; as well as an unswerving friend. To his 
foemen he should be as pitiless as 'the gods' to his friends in all 
days of difficulty, and danger, he should be, as— 'an army with 
banners.' 

Therefore I say be manly!— be both manly and wise! Be 
fearless, tenacious, resolute, and bold; for (as Von Clausewitz 
sagaciously insists), "boldness, directed by an overruling 
intelligence is the brand of the hero." 

A man's first duty in this world is to himself, and the word 
'himself includes those near and dear ones, who have twined their 
tendrils around his heart. A man's kindred are part of himself. He 
should not forget that when fighting for his own hand, he is fighting 
for them. His strength is their rampart. Their strength is his glory. 
The family and the individual are a unit. 

Henry Watterson, an insolent editor of the New 
Dispensation, on a studied oration before the Wall St. Board of 
Trade, thus brazenly re-voices the divine-right of Communalism 
over the fates of men: — "We are to teach the lesson that the citizen 
exists for the government, not the government for the citizen." 
Ignatius Loyolas; Calvins; Dukes of Alva; Torquemadas; and 
Piuses by the score; have been equally eloquent in expounding 
parallel diabolical sophisms. For ages those Destroyers of Liberty 
proclaimed that the individual existed for the Holy Church; not the 
Holy Church for the individual. However the despotism of 
socialistic-sacerdotalism has been thoroughly tamed — blown to 
fragments as it were; and the right of private judgment fully 
maintained. Its cunning recrudescence under the guise of State 
Infallibility, by the Jesuits of journalistic Diablerie must be met as 
resolutely, and smashed as savagely relentlessly, as its informal 
theocratic prototype. The majesty of the Individual first, foremost, 
and above all things. 'Hell's blazes' are realized among us, when 
'the individual withers and the State grows more and more.' 

Should then Wattersonian ideal triumph, every man who 
then dares to open his mouth (except to extol Authority) will run the 
risk of having streams of lead pumped into it, as a gentle hint to be 
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He who acts upon self-denial principles in his dealings with 
rival carnivores casts himself down that they may climb over his 
prostrate personality to their success. He abdicates his inherent 
royalty who bends before any human being or any human dogma— 
but his own. Humbleness is a crime in a man, though it may be a 
virtue in a menial. The 'modest' man permits his rivals to occupy 
all the High Places and make him their footstool— nay, their very 
doormat. 

Of course there are certain Higher Laws, which no one can 
even try to rebel against, without being quietly executed. The 
transgressor of a natural Ordinance may think he has escaped, even 
while the noose-knot is under his chin and the bolt about to be 
sprung. Nature has a very long arm and a vengeful one. Many a 
'city of the plain' has been incinerated, besides Sodom and 
Gomorrah. Individual transgressors of nature are always driven 
mad; and nations that organize defiance of the nature of their being, 
become regimented hordes of incoherent manlings, sootily 
perspiring downward to their 'heaven' dancing the dance of death, 
shrieking the songs of 'Progress.' Observe for example the working 
classes of civilization and the utter lunacy of their doings. 
Undoubtedly their god has struck them blind or mayhap they are 
'possessed of a devil.' Certainly they are not sane. The day is near 
at hand when they shall cry out with shame "O, would that we were 
dead!" 

As rapidly as machinery can be perfected, to perform the 
work now being done by these animals; they are being 'dispensed 
with,' — tuned adrift in hordes to find fodder and shelter as best they 
can. Hiredmen are rapidly becoming cheaper than horses and dogs, 
but as yet somewhat dearer than electric motors and steam engines. 
The average workman therefore feels instinctively that his 'virtues' 
may not, after all, preserve his throat from the knife — that is to say, 
from the logical consequences of his own, or his forefathers' defeat 
in the struggle. His 'virtues' (as he calls them, poor devil) are 
extreme laboriousness, extreme docility, extreme political and 
religious credulity — together with extreme pusillanimity in his own 
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they will be provided with enough necessaries to keep themselves 
in proper trim; but when their Labor Force is no longer a profitable 
investment, they will assuredly be eliminated.* 

Why should prisoners of war be kept alive anyhow at vast 
expense; when it becomes cheaper and more convenient, to turn 
them adrift— to perish as valueless stock perish on ranges in winter 
time? Already many of these 'freebom citizens' are cutting their 
throats daily in despair, at being unable to find a master. Millions 
are slowly drugging themselves with succulent poisons, in the 
shape of alcoholic and other stimulants. Scientific sterilization is an 
established custom; infanticide a regular trade; and celibacy 
increasing by leaps and bounds. The fact is that the industrial world 
is run on business principles and 'business principles' are a 
synonym for 'woe to the vanquished,' 'hell takes the hindmost,' 
'the survival of the fittest' and 'might is right.' 

Right, like water, finds its own level. Man's consent is not 
necessary to the operations of Natural Forces. It is not required. It 
is not even asked. He is like unto a patient strapped firmly on a 
dissecting table. He may feel the surgeon's lance sinking through 
his quivering flesh — he may shiver in terror and break out into a 
cold sweat— he may groan in convulsive agony and pray to his 
Idol — but, he cannot escape. 

Knowing all this, why not let Nature alone to work out her 
own silent ends? Why should communities of creeping-things try to 
safe-guard their incapables? Why obstruct the drastic and 
significant removal of corrupt organisms? The Jesus type of men 
were clearly made to be crucified and flogged. The Buddha type 
were (evidently) born to die of pestilence and famine — poor, weak, 
cowardly swarms of rotting vermin that they are! Behold them in 
the distance there, with their ribs sticking through their hides, 
accepting with doleful thankfulness the alms of their Conquerors. 

Brahma! Buddha! Confucius! Juggernaut! Christ! — 
Behold — Your glorious handiwork! 



'The muzzles of the repealing rifles pointed at their heads, had a quieting effect on the 
miners;' Daily Paper 



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Let the cowardly and the vile die off— let them annihilate 
themselves: — that is the logic of the spheres. The atmosphere of 
this terrestrial ball will be purer, when these 'heavy laden souls' are 
gone; and there will be elbow-room upon its surface, for the 
regeneration of Purity and Cleanliness of mind and body. 

At the banquet of life, let no seat be reserved for those who 
cannot win it — who cannot break into the enchanted circle, by force 
of character and force of deeds. [See page 14.] The impotent and the 
brainless, who call themselves 'the righteous' are better dead 
anyhow — better for themselves, and better for their successors. Is it 
not the height of madness, for communities to deliberately nourish 
and foster the bacteria of hereditary degeneration? 



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Superiority can only be decided by Battle. Conflict is an 
infallible method of Selection and Rejection. Evolution has no end. 
That is undoubtedly, the logical deduction of Darwin's famous 
pronouncement: — "If he (man) is to advance still higher, it is to be 
feared that he must remain subject to a severe struggle. Otherwise 
he would sink into indolence; and the more gifted men would not 
be more successful than the less gifted." 

It is only Incoherents of subjective will-power or of servile 
extraction (bottle-fed beings as it were) that even dream of an 
'ordered state of society' wherein Right and Wrong (or personal 
merit) can be decisively decided upon other than biological 
principles. 

Hebrew decadents harped upon this fool-thought of 
Universal Peace, Equality, Justice, and Fair Play for ages; but have 
they not been a pestilent tribe of un-warlike slaves from their 
leprous beginning? The 'virtue' of patience and submission under 
intolerable Injustice. All their gyrating prophets scream, and sob, 
and yell over the wholesale failure of epileptoid ethical standards; 
and insanely proclaim a 'good' time coming; when every Israelite 
'shall recline under his own vine and fig tree, with no one to make 
him afraid.' How delightful? Moses, Jesus, Isaiah, Peter— Mark, 
Matthew, Luke, and John, were all squalid Jews, and rhapsodical 
Communards. Those Hebrew breeders of desolation — LaSalle, Dr. 
Alder, Jacobi, Karl Marx, are modernized transplanted Essenes — 
Ebionites. 

All moral injunctions, all millennialisms; are arbitrary 
infernalisms — the results of crafty hypnotic suggestion. Their 
secret object is the overthrow of human reason and individual 
independence; in order to establish a vast bedlamite penitentiary to 
be called 'God's kingdom on earth' alias 'pandemonium in full 
blast.' 

The fact is, Humanity is going stark staring mad in 
consequence of having eaten the fruit that grows on that devilish 
tree, 'the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.' Luscious it is to 
look upon — pleasant it is to the palate, but a deadly atropine — a 
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Aye, thrice cursed are the believers in Right and Wrong — 
for they are — the erring ones. 



Attraction and gravitation holds the stars in their courses 
and (upon exactly the same general operative method) all human 
swarms and animal herds, are integrated and disintegrated by 
effective manifestations of derivative solar heat and power. 

Strong-Men are magnetized incarnations of primordial 
energy — dynamos of concentrated electricity. There is a 
mysterious, almost magical charm about the personality of True 
Greatness. Lesser men are attracted to their Natural Chiefs as steel 
shavings are drawn to the lodestone. This peculiar attractive force 
is hardly ever seen (except spasmodically) in physical weaklings. It 
seems to develop only in animals of unusual vitality — men with 
plenty of 'devil' in them. 

Physical power is the basis of mental power. The nutriment 
of the brain cells is derived from the blood-corpuscles perpetually 
being pumped into it by the heart's action. If the pump valves are 
weak or out of gear- if the food stream is impure — if the stomach 
is disordered — if the liver is congested or the lungs decaying and 
corrupt; then the brain is starved, drugged, poisoned, while all the 
thoughts that germinate therein are feeble, unnatural, impure. 
Hence the rolling stream of literary filth that the Zolas and the 
bible-boomers, the poetlings, and the 'eminent savants,' keep 
pouring out upon generations of men, soaked for ages in similar 
intellectual sewerage. 

Hence also the remarkable fact, that neither Great Men nor 
Great Heroisms are ever town bred. Cities are impure in thought, 
word, and deed; and nothing that is noble can ever evolve therein. 
They are the refuse heaps — the kjokken-moddings of the world. 
They are matrixes of all that is shameful and base, in religion, 
politics, sociology, and law. Lupanars of organized abomination are 
they! -where the infamous prostitute and the still more infamous 
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contagion with every wind that blows. Would that I were a Nero 
and could play the fiddle! But after all perhaps, it would be a waste 
of matches and good cat-gut. 

Great men can only evolve from out of an environment of 
comparative personal independence. They come from the 
mountains and the forest clearings. They grow to maturity with the 
storm beating upon, and the rains dripping adown them. First, 
warring against the rivalry of the elements, they develop the 
tremendous motor-power necessary in after life, for the mastership 
of man-herds. Entering into the centres of semi-moribund 
civilizations, they straightway take the lead as a matter of natural 
right. They become rulers, chancellors, kings, conquerors, electric 
batteries, dynamos. Slave-bred swarms toil at their bidding, with 
zealous contentment and rivals are cast down, as it were, by a 'turn 
of the wrist.' 

Their smile is wealth and honor to lesser men — their frown 
is poverty, outlawry, or the bow-string. Second-class animals gather 
around them, and are used up as satraps, governors, lieutenants. If 
a nation is under process of exploitation, revolts, the revolt is 
suppressed by force. If established rulers are incapable of that task, 
then are they overthrown; and leaders of Revolt rule in their 
stead — as a matter of course. Rulers' control depends absolutely 
upon their Might. When unable any longer to wield the 'death 
penalty,' their power is departed. The French aristocracy originated 
in the savage deeds of fierce, long-haired, battle bred Franks; and 
their effeminate descendants — were overwhelmed and guillotined 
by Grim Provincials who came to Paris, hungry for money, power 
and renown. 

In the regions of stellar Space similar phenomena may be 
noted. That sun-star with the strongest attractive power, whirls 
other and lesser stars around it until finally it comes in contact with 
a rival rolling mass of greater magnitude and attractiveness, 
whereupon it is absorbed and loses its individuality. What the law 
of gravitation is to matter and motion, the law of Might is in the 
province of sociology. In this analogy there is illimitable 
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Star lite is known to be an emanation of primeval plutonic 
energy. Our planetary system is like unto one whirling mote 
(among countless myriads) in a vitalized sunbeam. Our earth is a 
by-product of secondary cyclonic rage. The sun itself (the power- 
house of our world) is materialized heat-force in active operation; 
manifesting itself as warmth, light, motion, electricity, and animal 
life. 

Man's body and sustenance is derived, directly or indirectly 
from the Sun. By it he lives, dies, and has his being. Let 
heliocentric force be withdrawn for an instant, and all life 
straightway disappears. Thus everywhere, throughout 'Eternity,' 
under all circumstances and at all times; this world, all worlds, and 
all that creeps thereon are driven, inspired, vitalized, and guided by 
active operating Force. Everywhere it is Might that governs, 
feebleness that is governed, attracted, repelled, controlled. 

Force propels iron-ribbed reindeers of the sea and hurls 
them plunging through the grey green surges. Force whirls the 
loaded freight cars over prairie, range, and river. Force hauls-up 
from the deep sunk mines, cast treasures of gold, iron, silver, and 
coal. Force rolls the red-glowing metal ingots into titanic shapes. 
Force sows the seed, ploughs the field, reaps the grain, threshes the 
corn, hews the stone, shapes the girders, bridges rivers, mows down 
forests, builds cities, writes the book— inspires it, prints it, defends 
it. 

Even 'the music of the spheres' is the vibrant roar of 
warring elements, chanting the Gloria of Power. 

If Force is the "all in all" of the planetary systems and of the 
animal world, may it not also be the open-sesame of sociology — 
the primeval principle that governs, (and must continue to govern) 
the relations of tribe to tribe and man to man? Is it not the gospel of 
antiquity, as well as the logical reducto of To-day? 

Whether in mortgaged republics, pawned monarchies, or 
hypothecated despotisms, the Sword Power— (that is to say, the 
military power — the clubbing power) is the ultimate ipse DrxiT in 
the measuring-out of right and wrong. As it was in the days of the 
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Charlemagne; so is it even now. In all industrial relations, Might is 
'monarch of all it surveys.' Authority is Authority, though it may 
take on a thousand diverse forms. What is the elemental difference 
between a Roman mandamus, a Turkish firman, a Russian ukase, a 
'Supreme' Court injunction, or an Order in Chancery? They are 
exact synonyms. Whatever their salient phraseology may be; in 
operation they are visible manifestations of Imperial Power-of 
Sceptred Majesty. No sacerdotal sophistry can permanently 
disguise this fact; and what is more important, no emotional 
demagoguery can remove it. 

Authority is not an evil in itself. It is as natural for men of 
Power to rule Feeble multitudes, as it is for the lion to eat the lamb. 
When any nation, or class of men possess no real might, it is just 
and proper that they should be subordinated; and again, if they 
develop the requisite strength it is equally justifiable for them to 
reconquer their former position; and subordinate their 
subordinators. Evolution works through Authority but there is to it 
no limitation. 

The penalty of defeat is tremendous. Wage-earning is (in 
modern times) the main clause in the treaty under which the 
defeated are permitted to exist. 

Even-handed Justice has never existed in the animate 
creation and never can. The very idea of it is an absurdity. 
Evolution knows it not. 

Between beasts of burden and beasts of prey; also between 
Capital and Labor there is an eternal combat. Natural enemies are 
they of each other, and whichever proves the stronger must rule — 
for the time being; or rather, until the next Test. The law of battle is 
unlimited. It does not end to-day or to-morrow. It persists for all 
time. 

Between the Optimates and Populares of Rome — the 
Aristos and Helots of Greece— the Merchant-Kings and Nubian 
serfs of Carthage— the Military Caste and the slaves of Karnack 
and Memphis; the same irrepressible conflict raged for long 
centuries that is now being waged everywhere, between the Haves 
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tumultuous strife between the Debtor and the Creditor classes in 
modern America, is an exact duplicate of what happened in the 
Greco-Roman world. Modern leaders, however, (on both sides) are 
poor miserable weaklings, compared with the chiefs of Antiquity. 
Mere infants are they, delighting in toys and lullabies -seeing, they 
see not; hearing, they hear not; minds have they, but they know not; 
laughing and prattling they say naught— most eloquently. To them 
their petty provincial cradle is the Universe, and their lives an 
aimless wandering in the land o' dreams. 

The men who talk of permanently reconciling conflicting 
world-wide energies, are wasting their breath for naught. 
Compromise is out of the question (now as of old) except as a 
temporary expedient. The rich and the poor are both inevitable 
natural products and complements of each other— like the opposing 
currents in an electric battery. It is the business of the rich to exploit 
the poor and it is equally the business of the poor to defeat and 
exploit— in their turn. 

The oppression of one class by another is always induced 
by the physical cowardice of the victimized; and Nature has no love 
for dastards — whether rich or poor. Oppression is one of the 
necessary phases of evolution. In order therefore to insure the 
subordination and ultimate annihilation of lower types; the struggle 
for survival is imposed upon humans as upon all other animals. 
Even when our 'eminent' wiselings are predicting eras of universal 
peace and contentment; the contending cohorts are preparing to 
jump at each others throats — as of yore. Might must decide 'all 
things' in the future, as it has decided 'all things' in the past; and 
they who teach otherwise, are either dishonest or have no real 
conception of the magnitude and sequence of biological 
determinance. 

'All the world' is now in Debt and no human effort can ever 
suffice to repay the interest (let alone the principal) in cash. 
Business lives under a cloud of mortgage indebtedness, that must 
some day be liquidated with shot and shell, for bonds infer— 
bondage. 

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sure sign of sterility and degeneracy. Industrialism is the 
manipulation of Force — by Force. Brains and muscles are part of 
the mechanism of gravitation. Descendants of 'prisoners-of-war' 
have been trained for ages in servitude; and they make most 
intelligent mechanics, specialists, and serving-men. 

Capital is concentrated in Force, applied to the extraction 
and storage of additional Force. It may be operated by its proprietor 
in any way that he pleases. He is under no obligation to others as to 
its application or proprietorship. He can 'do as he likes with his 
own' as long as he has the power. He may own the earth by its 
agency, if he wants to; and he may buy or sell men and nations, if 
he feels so inclined or thinks it profitable. There is in Nature no 
limit to his energies or ambitions. All that is needed is Power equal 
to the design. But the same principles may be acted upon by any 
other man or association of men; and in the conflict that ensues, 
fitness is proved— absolutely and without a doubt. The 'rights of the 
rich' are what they can maintain; and the 'rights of the poor' are no 
less. No bounds are set to the accumulation of property, and none 
whatever to its re-distribution. Fair-play is not even an essential or 
a requisite. It may be established, if mutually desired by both 
combinations; but it may also be wholly dispensed with. In real life 
it is always 'dispensed with' by those who possess a preponderance 
of material might. 

Equality can only exist amongst equals. Civilization implies 
division of labor and division of labor implies subordination and 
subordination implies injustice and inequality. Woe to me if I speak 
not truth! 

At such words as these, pusillanimity blanches with 
timidity — gathers in its Idol Halls, supplicating— "Lord have 
mercy upon us! — Christ have mercy upon us! — Deliver us from 
Evil!" 

In primitive communities the Philosophy of Power is 
thoroughly understood and acted upon by all classes — even by the 
Servi.* 

* Latin root-word of servant. Applied indiscriminately to mules, eunuchs, slaves, 
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The ideas of abstract justice, righteousness, non-resistance, 
can find no lodgement in an uncorrupted brain. Life is too grim in 
a camp of hunters and of warriors, for artificialism to meet with 
anything more appreciative than a good natured sarcasm. He who 
has to hunt for his family-dinner every forenoon (and seize land on 
which to build his shelter) is not over likely to enthusiastically 
swallow the depraved theoria of self-renunciation; or pledge 
unbounded allegiance to a self-appointed Ring of tax-gathers — 
masquerading as political philanthropists. He maintains his own 
inherent independent royalty, as long as he can; and never 
surrenders, except before absolutely superior force. Even then he 
vows limitless vengeance and obligates his sons and son's sons, to 
undying hatred against the domination and spoliation, of his 
conquerors. 



10 



In Evolution there is no finality. It is operating always in 
some form; endeavoring to blot out inferior organisms, and 
perpetuate more perfect types. Like the gods of Antiquity, it is both 
a Destructive and a Creative. The Powerful of the past were 
overthrown by the more Powerful of the present; and in strict 
sequence, the Powerful of to-day must be overthrown by — the 
more Powerful of to-morrow. 

All 'moral' dogmatisms and religiosities, are positive 
hindrances to the evolution of the Higher Manhood; inasmuch as 
men who honestly grasp at Morals, do not as energetically grasp at 
Power— power being essentially non-moral. Consequently the 
struggle between the propertied and the property less classes, is not 
as keen as Nature evidently intends it to be. The moral man is a 
feeble antagonist to a non-moral generalship. He foolishly permits 
talkative personalities, (with sharper perceptive qualities), to wield 
unlimited Authority over him; under numerous plausible pretexts, 
and deliberately plunder him of his Property. 

There is far and away too much weepful Mea Culpa about 
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origin of the morbid craving by Dwindlings for what they call "a 
peaceful solution of the social problem." Weak natures are 
terrorized at the idea of what 'might happen' in a death grapple with 
entrenched adversaries equally as strong, if not stronger than 
themselves. That is the true reason why rich men are so anxious at 
all times to avoid discussion, and 'maintain the Peace' and why 
poor men 'hunger with fatness around them, and thirst while the 
waters flow near; for — the Law and the Gospel hath damned them, 
and dulled all their senses with fear.' 

The fact is that both sides are afraid of each other— afraid 
of the only rational solution. 

My curse be upon the white-livered and the meek; the 
shameful dwindlings — who call themselves the 'virtuous' the 'law- 
abiding' the 'righteous' the 'godly;' the 'obedient-ones!' May 
civilization pump its vile narcotism through the flaccid ventricles 
of their pigeon-hearts! May they inhale brain-leprosy through the 
open windows of their Temples-of-Soot; and may their noisome 
swineries and splendid Ergastlui, be unto them living tombs! May 
they 'earn' their bread (also that of their conquerors) by the slimy 
sweat of dishonored brows; and may they perish at last like 
abandoned curs! May they vegetate in poverty and die in contempt. 
May the evil works of their 'genius' be ploughed under with 
Babylon and Nineveh; Anahuac and Rome! May the annals of their 
dismal domination become, as the folk-tale of a fearsome 
nightmare that once rolled over the brain of Mankind; — finally 
dissipating itself 'midst thunders and lightnings and the breaking 
up of the great deep! Verily! Verily! let them have their Reward! 

It is customary for atrophied minds (like Bluntschili) to urge 
that the promulgation of such grim thoughts 'endanger the 
foundations of Society.' Even supposing that to be so, what is 
Society anyhow, that its 'foundations' should not be threatened? Is 
'Society' something immaculate, something divine, something 
anointedly ultra-human — something that must be safeguarded, 
right or wrong? Is it another sacred Mount Moriah Temple — a Urim 
and Thummim — an Ark of the Covenant— a Sanctum Sanctorum, 
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phrase 'Society in danger' be equivalent to the proclamation of a 
rigid taboo or a fanatical crusade? Why? 

Society is altogether a matter of convenience — an 
implement— an expediency. It is the creation of man and what man 
manufactures he may modify or destroy. 

Society may be defined as an agglomeration of carnivorous 
and herbivorous animals, seeking their natural prey and browsing 
along on whatever nutriment they pick-up. It is nothing more than 
a 'herd' of two legged cattle and there's nothing supernaturally 
divine about a herd. Indeed the word herd always suggests Gadara. 
Human swarms have been integrated and disintegrated ten 
thousand times ten thousand by the centrifugal and centripetal 
energy of individuals. 

Societies have risen and Societies have fallen; but man, the 
Unit— the germ-plasm— persists; with the rising of the sun, and the 
fall of the tides. Man is not only the 'clay,' but also the 'potter' — 
the paramount determinant. His fate is in his own hands absolutely, 
within the length of his tether. 

"To the Strong all laws are cobwebs" (Solon) and when 
Society becomes irksome to the Strong they may dissolve it; 
otherwise it becomes their master and consequently their enemy 
and oppressor. 'Society in danger' therefore is merely the hysteria 
of the megalomaniac. 

Society (in some shape) must exist, as long as there are two 
human beings left alive; for companionship is as natural to the 
homo, as swarming is to the bee. When however the word 'Society' 
develops into a synonym for socialistic restraint, then it becomes a 
menace to the Evolution of the Type and ought to be broken up 
accordingly — without over much ceremony. Friendship is 
necessary and ennobling, but impersonal despotism is destructive 
of all dignity and manly virtue. 

The real danger is, that innocent and natural combinations 
for mutual pleasure, comradeship, profit, and defence, may 
transform themselves gradually into organized majority-box 
tyrannies — enslaving institutionalisms of the most dictatorial and 
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blackmailing corporation the lives and property of its component 
units are absolutely at its mercy, and it therefore ought to be 
disintegrated, consciously, deliberately, pitilessly, and at whatever 
cost. Freedom cannot be bought too dear for life without liberty is 
pandemonium. 

Government and Society are two distinct entities, and care 
must be taken not to confound them. Society is the growth of 
mutual tolerance, friendship, and obligation; but 'government' 
arises from physical force applied by the Strong to the control and 
exploitation of vanquished foes. The sanction of government, is the 
same that holds good throughout the whole zoological and 
heliocentric scale — the sanction of material might. That 'sanction' 
should always be under test; because the most abject weakling may 
brandish a sword; but we do not know he is a weakling until 
another sword in the grip of a Man is pointed at his throat. 

Beowulf, a Saxon song-master, apostrophising 'the Sword,' 
voices this primeval Organon, as it was instinctively understood by 
our ancestors. 

"The war-thing! the comrade! father of honor, and giver of 
kingship! the fame-smith! — the songmaster! Clear singing! clean 
slicing! sweet spoken! soft finishing! making death beautiful — life 
but a coin — to be staked in the pastime; whose playing is more than 
transfer of being. Arch-anarch! chief builder! prince and evangelist! 
I am the will of God! I am the Sword!" 

It is only in ages saturated in atmospheres of brain wrecking 
artificialism— in consumptive communities steeped to the very lips 
in elemental error — that senile, degrading, anthropomorphic myths 
and manias are substituted for hard, bitter Common-Sense. (AH 
great truths are 'hard 1 and 'bitter,' but Lies, to the morbidly 
inclined, are sweeter than wild honey.) 

One by one we abandon Realisms — to follow Fata 
Morganas. We are mortgaging our destiny to the Pawnbrokers of 
Decadence. Behold! — the legerdemain of the Orient demonetized 
the Manhood of the West! 



THE CHiEF END OF MANHOOD -MATERIAL SUCCESS 




"We fight like women, and feel as much, 
The thoughts of our heart we guard — 
Where scarcely the scorn of a god could touch, 
The sneer of a fool hits hard, 
The treacherous tongue and the cowardly pen, 
The weapons of curs decide — 
They faced each other and fought like men; 
In the days when the world was wide."* 

And yet the world is beautiful as a blushing maiden 
dreaming of her first lover. "Fair laughs the morn and soft the 
breezes blow" and men only await captaining to — capture and 
possess. 

MANHOOD IS DEMONETIZED 

This little pamphlet has been issued, not for private profit, 
but to assist in uprooting the alien and pernicious Ideals that have 
been for long centuries corrupting the blood and corroding the 
brain of Europe and America. Conventional moral dogmas and 
political standards-of-value are, like wooden idols, the work of 
men's hands. They have no real basis in Nature nor have they any 
supernatural sanction. Every one of them has been carved out of a 
wormeaten lie, a brazen assumption or a madman's dream. They are 
impositions most insolent. Why should we bow down even in 
formal adulation before imbecile and unnatural principles invented 
thousands of years ago for the enslavement of oriental decadents? 
Have we not given lip-service long enough to false heroisms, and 
fool evangels? Why feign the possession of slave virtues? 

Why continue to glorify untruths that we know to be 
untruths? Why should men of sterling worth obey any other man's 
'thou shalt'? Let us return to Nature for our moral standards! 

Let us search our own hearts and brains for the true meaning 
of Right and Wrong. 

Henry Lmvsmi. Angus & Robertson, Melbourne. Australia. 



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We are living and dying (mostly dying) in a poisonous 
environment of deep seated moral dementia, social disease and 
political illusions. 

The 'Righteous and the Just'! hypocrites! deceivers! 
Enemies of all that is noble, courageous and manly! 

Destroyers of self-assertiveness! Annihilators of heroism! 
Would that I had a legion of demons to wring their necks. 

A crucified Jew slave (terrorized under Authority) is set up 
as a god, as a standard of measurement for all mankind. That is why 
personal valor and nobility of thought are at such a tremendous 
discount. 

Christendom is in bondage! Manhood is demonetized! Our 
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Chaptflr of 



The best fighters are the best race-producers. This is the 
verdict of Biology and the instinctive belief of the whole Feminine 
world in general. 

In the moulding of Organic Nature into all its diverse forms, 
Love and War (with their attendant penalties and correlated 
consequences) are the two most potent factors. Battle is the 
furnace-alembic that has been consciously provided for chemically 
separating the animate Refuse from the Gold. Sexual desire is the 
amalgam that thereafter unites the golden particles, perpetuating for 
the ages and ages the selected qualities— of physical beauty, vigor, 
bravery, endurance — or vice-versa. "I am convinced," writes 
Darwin, "that natural selection has been the main, but not the 
exclusive, means of modification." 

The same thought has been gemmed in a more sentimental 
but equally suggestive setting, by Dryden: — 

"Happy, happy happy pair, 
None but the brave, 
None but the brave, 
None but the brave deserve the fair." 

Heraclitus condensed it into the terser dictum "strife is the 
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it in characteristic Oriental strophes: "Love is stronger than death, 
the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement 
flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the flood 
drown it— jealousy is as cruel as the grave." 

Fighting is the method whereby the most fitted to propagate 
conclusively prove the fact. Animals, plants, birds, reptiles, and 
fishes, all exist in surroundings of unending sex-rivalry and 
warfare — so do men. Organic life is one ceaseless round of Love 
and War. Sexual ism and slaughter go hand in hand. 

Bacteria butchers bacteria — germ wars with germ — shark 
eats the shark — tigers struggle with tigers-the lion rends lion- 
eagle kills eagle, and man fights man, for the favor of the female — 
or the plunder of the vanquished. 'Peace on earth and mercy mild,' 
is mere lunacy-babblement. Even sheep, the most 'Christly' of 
animals wage tremendous duels — in due season. 

There is no other earthly passion so fiercely, savagely, 
egotistic, as sexual desire and it is the physical basis of all human 
'Love' — even the most ethereal and romantic. Everywhere 'the 
season of love, is the season of battle,' and when the fires of 
sexualism burn low in nations of men, they are as unfit for freedom, 
as they are unfit to reproduce their kind. 

Topinard explains how sexualism operates among 
Vertebrates of the deep: "The male Atrocephali (sea-bear) arrive at 
the Falkland Islands in November, and scatter out along the beach. 
In December the females arrive, and immediately violent battles are 
being fought in all directions for their possession. Family life 
follows exactly as among humans. If the females behave badly, the 
male chastises them; they crouch at his feet, seen to beg his pardon, 
and shed copious tears. At times the male and female weep 
together." 

A geographer and naturalist of world-repute (A. R. Wallace) 
proclaims a series of similar facts— facts that are not new to 
observant minds: — 

"Among the higher animals it is a very general fact, that the 
males fight together for the possession of the females. This leads 
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the next generation, which inherits the peculiarities of the parents; 
and thus vigor and offensive weapons are continually increased in 
the males, resulting in the strength and horns of the bull, the tusks 
and shield of the boar, the antlers and fleetness of the stag, and the 
spurs and fighting instinct of the gamecock. But almost all male 
animals fight together, though not specially armed; even hares, 
moles, squirrels, and beavers, fight to the death. The same rule 
applies to all male birds. From this very general phenomenon, there 
necessarily results a form of natural selection, which increases the 
vigor and fighting power of the male animal; the weaker being 
either killed, wounded, or— driven awa/' — as among men. 

In his "Descent of Man," (page 564), Darwin makes a 
similar general statement:- "With social animals, the young males 
have to pass through many a contest, before they win a female, and 
the older males have to retain their females by renewed battles. 
They have also, as in the case of mankind, to defend their females, 
as well as their young, from enemies of all kinds, and to hunt for 
their joint subsistence." 

Among the Vertebrates, the king of the herd (or pack), 
selects himself by battle-prowess — upon the same 'general 
principles' that induced Napoleon to place the Iron Crown upon his 
own brow — with his own hand. All the Regal Houses of the world 
have been founded by fighting-men, and upheld by — fighting-men; 
just as in the 'brute' creation. The chief recommendation to both 
animal and human Chieftainship, is fighting capacity. The 
'common herd' instinctively feels that a good fighter possesses all 
the requisite virtues of good leadership, and leadership is exactly 
what they want. By conquest alone can an animal-king be deposed; 
and his vanquisher is always his successor. As long as his sight, 
hearing, strength, and courage endures, he is absolute lord, judge, 
procreator-in-chief— but not one moment longer. "The king's dead, 
long live the king" is a biological affirmative. 

This is the Natural Order. The un-natural order is to appoint 
feeble but eloquent rhetoricians as Chief Magistrates (or 
constitutional kinglings). This latter plan is adopted only by human 
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Politicians are everlastingly 'fighting' each other (if we 
believe the sensational headlines of our editorial Daily Liar), but 
that kind of warfare is a sham intended to deceive. No real 'fight' 
ever takes place between them. What they call 'fighting' is 
gambling with 'Ayes' and 'Nays'; playing pitch-and-toss for the 
booty other men win and the harvests other men garner. Hark! do 
you hear them frothing at the mouth, loudly professing their 'divine 
enthusiasm for Humanity?' For what? In order that they (squalid 
scoundrels that they are) may sit on the seats of the mighty and 
steer the nation down to hell while putting money in their purses 
with taxes and blackmail. Nations have always risen to their highest 
pitch of fame and prosperity under the guidance of mighty men of 
valor, self selected; and they've sank to the lowest depths of 
degradation and dishonor under the diabolical domination of 
elective rhetoricians. (Their ravages are not so obtrusive in America 
as in Europe, because territory here has been so vast— practically 
limitless). 



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Women instinctively admire soldiers, athletes, kings, 
nobles, and fighting-men generally, above all other kinds of 
suitors — and rightly so. 

Nothing so lowers a lover in a virile maiden's estimation, 
than for him to be 'whipped' in a personal encounter with a rival. 
Among all classes of females this sentiment persists. The best bid a 
man can make for the admiration of any women (even the most 
pious) is a display of undaunted physical prowess. 

Young women have an instinctive detestation for the 'good 
young man that died' kind of adorer, and they positively abhor the 
pale coward— even though he be a blood relation. Strength, energy- 
of-character, ferocity, and courage, she admires in her possible 
husband, above all other qualities combined. Even to be carried-off 
by force, is not repugnant to her feelings, if the 'bold bad man' is in 
other respects acceptable. 

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feel that she has been mastered, conquered, taken possession of— 
that the man who has stormed her heart is in all respects, a man 
among men. This suggestive female idiosyncrasy is rhythmically 
set forth by an anonymous writer thus: — 

"Down a winding pathway in a garden old, 
tripped a beauteous maiden, but her heart was cold. 
Came a prince to woo her, said he loved her true; 
maiden said he didn't, so he ceased to woo. 

Came a perfumed noble — dropping on one knee; 
Said his love was deeper, than the deepest sea. 
But the winsome maiden, said his love was dead, 
and the perfumed noble, accepted what she said. 

Came a dashing Stranger, took her off by force; 

said he'd make her love him, and she did — of course." 

Conquersome personalities by obtaining possession of the 
best and handsomest females raise up as a rule, conquersome 
descendants. Hence the origin of Great Races. Second-class males 
are driven by necessity to mate with second-class females; and in 
strict sequence third class-males select partners from feminine 
remainders. (Hence the stereotyped nature of servile Castes). 

Superior males take racially superior women, and inferior 
males are permitted to duplicate themselves, per media of inferior 
feminines. Each class reproduces its kind (on the average) and if 
the ordained struggle for earth's Good-Things is not artificially 
interfered with, the leading classes are periodically called upon to 
maintain their pre-eminence at every turn, by Might, or be swept 
away, enslaved, supplanted, expropriated by the braver and bolder 
Animals. 

Aristocracies have always originated in War. Sham ones 
grow up (like mushrooms) in times of peace. No 'Aristocracy' 
ought to be allowed to dominate one moment longer, than it is 
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subordinated classes should not permit themselves to be mastered 
by Usurpers who cannot fight. It is the Natural Order for first-class 
men to dominate second-class men and for second-class men to 
dominate third-class men — but the classes are self-selective; by 
conflict. Someday inferior breeds will be remorselessly 
exterminated, as useless and noxious vermin. Behold! I judge the 
future by the evolution of the Past. 

Women congregate at athletic sports and gladiatorial 
contests; impelled by the same universal instinct that induces the 
lioness to stand expectantly by, while two or more rival males are 
ripping each other to pieces in a rough-and-tumble — for her 
possession. The lioness submits, as a matter of choice, to the 
embraces of the Victor; and in the most fashionable society, the 
stalwart footballer or the dashing soldier, has practically unlimited 
selective powers, among the marriageable maidens of his own 
particular set. 

No nation, no empire, has ever fallen — no race has ever 
been enslaved, because it delighted in manly sports — in the hunting 
of boars and lions, and men — in deadly tournaments — in dueling — 
in prize fighting — in gladiatorial combats — in scenes of 'cruelty 
and blood.' No! not one! (Nature is cruel — a million times more 
cruel than man ever was). But dozens of 'civilizations' have 
perished shamefully, ignominiously, because of the spreading 
canker of personal cowardice — gendered by effeminacy, luxury, 
usury, laboriousness, statecraft, superstition, 'culture,' and peace. 

Want of daring — enfeeblement of physique — meanness of 
mind— fear of danger and dread of death (sure signs of racial 
deterioration) have never originated with athletic tournaments, nor 
wars of conquest, nor gladiatorial games. When Clericalism 
abolished the 'holmgang,' the pride of Nordland silently waned 
away; when it abolished the Olympian games, Greece rotted into 
decay. And when it banned gladiatorial contests, the Eternal City 
'had its day.' 

Bull-dog virtues are bound to triumph in the long run, and 
they can only be developed (if developed at all) by daily practice 
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warfare, 'brutal' personal encounters, 'brutal' thoughts and 'brutal' 
combinations. (The word 'brutal' is written here because it is 
popularly misunderstood and used as a missile.) The 'brutal' races 
have always been victorious races — the greatest men have always 
been supremely 'brutal.' (Alexander, Sesostns, Ceeser, Titus, Nero 
Bounaparte, Cromwell, Grand, Bismark, Cecil Rhodes.) 

The word 'brutal' in real life means the reverse of 
effeminate. A man is brutal who will not turn the other cheek. What 
is it that Brutes do that in Nature is wrong? 

Emerson perceived this pivotal anachronism clearly when 
he declared: "Nature is erect, but man is fallen." Christlings are 
forever using the word 'brutal' to terrorize each other but who are 
they anyhow? Are they not the scum, the dross, the offscourings, 
and creeping things, of the Aryan migrations — mere shrieking 
blubbering, fulminating dwindhngs of the very lowest intellectual 
development? Let Emerson again be put on the witness stand. He 
may be considered fairly impartial. Hear what he has to say: — 

"The waves unashamed, in difference sweet, 
Play glad with the breezes; old play-fellows meet. 
The journeying atoms primordial wholes, 
Firmly drawn, firmly driven by their animate poles. 

Sea, earth, air, silence; plant, quadruped, bird; 
By one music enchanted; one deity (nature) stirred. 
Each the other adorning, accompanying still; 
Night veileth the morning; the vapor, the hill. 

Man crouches and blushes, absconds and conceals, 
He creepeth and sneaketh, he palters and steals. 
Infirm, melancholy, jealous; — glancing around; 
An oaf, an accomplice; he poisons the ground." 

Athletic contests (and combats of all kinds) have a powerful 
influence in moulding for the better, the personnel of all 
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face and defeat them or be himself defeated, ennobles his own 
mentality — unconsciously. Courage, coolness, intrepidity, purity of 
blood, the mental balance, are the athlete's first requisites. He must 
therefore be individualistic, self-reliant and calmly resourceful; i.e. 
he must be brave. 

The brave man is ever generous, frank, outspoken, 
dauntless. His brow is open — his step fearless and firm — his 
bearing self-poised, leonine. He looks at you without a tremor- 
sums you up at a glance, and in business affairs, his 'word of honor' 
is more binding than a Shylocks sealed bond. He may not be an 
erudite philosopher— a profound scholar — nor an eminent 
elocutionist— (nor be troubled over much with the 'saving' of his 
soul) but he is more than all that— He is a Man. Hence, everywhere 
he is first favorite, especially with the feminine gender— whose 
sexual instincts are as true to Nature as the needle is to the pole. 

What a tremendous difference is noticeable, between the 
self-contained bearing of the bronzed soldier; and the creeping 
suavity of the chalky-skinned shopkeeper— the vileness of the 
Hebrew money-lender — the sweet milk-and-honeyness of the 
venomous pastor— the base obsequiousness of the lean hireling — 
the boorishness of the ungainly peasant— and the fat sleek cunning 
of the tax-eating political? Who can look upon them (bunched 
together) and honestly affirm, that — fighting does not tend to 
improve the stamina, beauty, vigor, and seed of the race? 

Healthy animalism is the foundation of all virtues 
whatsoever. Diseased bodies produce diseased minds. Hence the 
noxious degeneracy of the average 'genius.' Hence also the 
shrieking madness of the blinded multitude. Average 'civilized' 
men are more or less abortions anyhow — pre-natal megalomaniacs. 
Sane men could never be induced to worship an Idol (made out of 
a mendicant Jew) nor would they consciously erect in the name of 
Progress, State sausage mills for chewing up their own flesh, and 
sucking their children's marrow bones. (Deranged minds while 
being very susceptible to suggestions, possess — no initiative.) 

It is the gibbering 'geniuses' that are luring mankind down 
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smothered the day they were born— the earth and the air would 
have been purer, to that extent. Have they not inoculated the human 
race with every malady; while proclaiming nostrums and 'infallible 
remedies' — for each incurable disease? 

From pulpit, platform, and library, they ray out their 
maniacal babblement; and rabbles, madder than march-hares, suck 
it all in, with open-mouthed wonderment? 

Hark! do you hear consumptive fiendlings coughing out 
their literary pestilence in the High Places of the World? They 
would cure 'the sufferings of the submerged,' would they? 

Vain is the medicament that expels no contagion! Vain also 
is the rhetoric that cures no human woe! 



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Women take supreme delight in the roll of warlike drums — 
in the marching of the military, in reading the poems and romances 
of 'battle, murder and sudden death.' (Police Gazettes are mostly 
supported by women, because of the sensational homicide reports.) 

French women (even against their deep patriotic 
sentimental ism) admired the fine physique and martial bearing of 
the German troops, that poured through Paris in '71. The contrast 
between the tall, clean-skinned German Conquerors and the 
dwarfishness of the French National Guards was then most 
strikingly displayed. In France all 'brutal' sports are prohibited. 
Clericalism there has had full sway for centuries and now majority- 
box socialism (also cynical squalid sensualism) is ail the rage. 

Wherever soldiers conquer in war, they also conquer in 
love — after the first paroxysm of revengeful patriotism is over. 
Women of vanquished races are usually very prone to wed with the 
men who have slaughtered their kindred in battle. 

Rudyard Kipling, in one of his popular ballads touches upon 
this ethnic peculiarity with a masterly hand:— "By the old 
Moulmein Pagoda looking eastward to the sea, there's a Burma girl 
a settin', and I know she think 'o me; for the wind is in the palm 
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Soldier, come you back to Mandalay.' " 

After the battle of Senlac, Norman adventurers were the 
'prey' of fair-haired Saxon maidens. To this hour, wherever soldiers 
or men-o-wars-men go, amorous dusky daughters of conquered 
Islands, absolutely leap into their arms. New Zealand Maori 
women married British officers, soldiers and sailors in thousands 
and when the regiments were sent home many men remained rather 
than break up their families. At Gibraltar, Spanish senoritas literally 
storm that rock-ribbed fortress to get at the 'widows'-sons.' The 
loves of Red Indian maidens for Pale Face warriors may some day 
find a Homer, to clothe them with immortality. Already many have 
become world-famous; notably the epic of Pocahontas and that 
erratic filibuster John Smith. Since the marriage of Strongbow to 
Eva and the admixture of Celt and Sassanach blood has proceeded 
continuously from the same root cause. In garrison towns it is a 
matter of perpetual witticism the preference which females of all 
strata display for soldier lovers. 

What modern Gaul requires to reinvigorate her ethnic 
stamina is wholesale and limitless conquest by some Northern 
Race. The conquerors by seizing all the land and movable property 
would become immediately a ruling caste, attracting to themselves 
all the best feminines of France. This infusion of new blood would 
">ot strengthen the inherited physique of the invaders but it would 
ertainly invigorate the structural physique of the defeated tribe. 

No hand should be stretched forth to shield a self-poisoned 
<reed of humans from utter subordination, for an undue 
preponderance of weakly organisms is not desirable. It is good that 
they should be swept away and it is better that they should be swept 
away by war than by pestilence — as in China and India. 
Enslavement or annihilation is the just reward of wholesale 
physical debilitation. The Blackfeet's ruthless warfare against the 
Digger Indians was in strict accord with the Cosmic Plan. 

The story of the past literally bristles with illustrations of 
ethnic displacement, carried out (unconsciously perhaps) as herein 
set forth. But to resume the personal factor. Breseis, after her 
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the self-delightful fact that the slayer would take her, as spoil, to his 
own bed. The Valkyries (Norse battle-maidens), married only with 
their conquerors. After the storming of Troy, there was very little 
ceremony over the union of Ajax and Cassandra, in the temple of 
Minerva. All through the Iliad epic, women are at once the 
property, the conqueror's prize, and the inspiration of all the 
Homeric Warriors . 

It is notorious that when Roman and Greek matrons 
discovered no parental virility in their debauched consorts; they 
deliberately made advances to the blonde-bearded barbarians'; who 
had been imported from the frontiers (prisoners of war) to wrestle 
in the amphitheatre. Many a dark-eyed patrician 'maiden of Italia' 
throbbed with secret joy, at the duel-victory of her favorite fighter; 
and many another has wept her eyes out, as the greedy remorseless 
sand, drank up the heart's blood of her 'dying gladiator.' American 
women's passion for marrying foreigners, arises more or less, from 
similar instincts. American born men evince an alarming tendency 
towards impotency. (Vide census returns) An immense number of 
them are 'old before they are young' and a very large proportion 
(more especially in the cities) are lean lantern jawed profligates, or 
leering bald-headed wrecks. 

The noblest born maids and matrons of Rome vied with 
each other for Caesar's smile -when he (after killing one million 
men, and enslaving two million) became Imperator. Queens were 
proud to be his concubines; and one of his own natural sons 
(without knowing the fact) helped to assassinate him. The love 
scandals of David, Solomon, Aaron Burr, Sigurd the Volsung, 
Hercules, Jupiter, Apollo, Jehovah, Isis, Sir Galahad, Charles II, 
Henry VIII, Bonaparte, Alexander, Raleigh, and that dashing 
triumvir Marc Antony, have affected, for better or for worse, the 
whole world. 

"Better the mistress of a king, than the wife of a subject," 
was a saying once popular amongst European women, in the ages 
when kings were really kings of men — when they were mail-clad 
sword-swingers — mighty men-of-valor. Modern 'kings' are 
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liberal salaries to impersonate regalism for the delectation of the 
vulgar. Marionettes are they!— fitted only to lay foundation- 
stones— utter vicarious homilies — read off type-written deceptions; 
or now and then dress up in swashbuckler accoutrements, to review 
Messrs. Rothschild, Ikelheimer, Bleichroder & Co.'s praetorian 
guards, marching by in serried column— with nodding plumes and 
bannered panoply of war. 

Modern kings are degenerates; even more so (if that be 
possible) than their laborious subjects. They have allowed all 
kingly Initiative to be wrested from them; by the diabolical cunning 
of that 'plastic daemon' the Jew Banker— that Mephistophelean 
manipulator of National Debts and National Credits. Kings have 
not been equal to the occasion and resultantly they and their brain- 
drugged subjects are 'bonded' to the Israelite. The Jew has been 
supinely permitted to do — what Alexander, Caesar, Nusherwan, and 
Napoleon failed to accomplish — crown himself Emperor of the 
World; and collect his vast tributes from 'the ends of the earth.' 
From the Mississippi valley to the plains of the Hoang-Ho — from 
Spitzbergen's icy uplands to New Zealand's iron shores — his 
satraps bear sway, and his tax-gatherers pillage, ravage, and rob. As 
long as the Aryan Race bows down (even nominally), at the Sign of 
the Cross, or vacuously endeavors to 'keep the commandments,' it 
is hopelessly entangled — it is delivered up — a burt sacrificial 
offering — to the dolabra of the sons of Jacob — Jacob the 
supplanter. 

Maimonides, the philosopher of Hebraism, boldly 
suggested this view to orthodox Talmudists: — "The teachings of 
the Christian Church" he proclaimed "tend to bring to perfection all 
mankind, so that they serve Jehovah with one consent. For, since 
the whole world is thus full of the words of the Messiah; of the 
teachings of the Holy Writ, and the Commandments, these words 
have spread to the ends of the earth, even if any man deny the 
binding character of them now." Which being interpreted 
meaneth: — "Tolerate, O children of Israel, the false religion of the 
Crucified Prophet! It will serve your ends most admirably. When 
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they shall also serve you. Christ shall 'bring them to perfection,' 
and ye shall put them in bonds. They have made you weep and 
suffer; ye shall make them drip tears of blood; for the Lord your 
God hath said it." 

Nineteen centuries of evangelization (with a Hebrew bible 
as basis) has resulted in— what? The political, social, financial, and 
philosophical domination of— the Hebrew. We study his falsified 
chronicles, his melancholy literature, and his prophetic out- 
pourings; as if alone, in such a nauseous heap of rubbish and stench 
the summum bonum was to be found. Not an acre changeth hands — 
not a battle-ship lifts an anchor— not a ploughshare cleaves the 
soil — not a president vetoes a Bill — not a diplomat signs a 
protocol — not an emperor waves a saber, without direct inspiration 
from the hidden Hebrew Potentate. Behold!— "the King is in his 
counting-house, counting out his money" — and such a king! Israel 
is absolute dictator, because he is absolute Proprietor. The gold and 
the silver and the credits of the world belong to him, and as long as 
he hires politicians to utilize the military arm of 'government,' in 
the collection of his 'loans' — in the defence of his ironclad safety- 
vaults, he is an irresponsible Jehovah-Jirah. But should Force ever 
fail him, 'the lean dogs outside the wall' will leap snarling upon 
him and spoil him of his spoil; that the fittest may survive. 

"The Jews are ministers of Gold — Great Bankers who see 
in the People and the State a mine to be worked."* 

"Our life blood is drawn from us by these harpies of finance 
and the gaming table, who mock us with illusions, while they strip 
us of all."** 

"The harm which the Jews commit does not come from 
individuals, but from the very constitution of these people; they are 
locusts, caterpillars, which ravage France, to whom commerce 
ought to be prohibited."*** 






M. Anatole L. Bcaulien, REVUEDES DEUX MONDES '96. 
** Wilson, Financial Editor, INVESTORS REVIEW, London. 
*** Emperor Napoleon the First — Quoted by Pre.iense. 



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There are two distinct yet parallel species of the parasitical 
Semite:— The first, represented by Marx, LaSalle, Stepniak, and 
Jesus-the-dreamer; the second, by Goshen, Rothschild, Baring, and 
Iscariot-the-B anker. Between them they have practically 
extinguished civil liberty and personal independence, wherever 
they have been sheltered. Viper like, do they not bite the very 
mama; that gives them suck? What have they ever done to Gaul but 
eat her heart out; and Gaul was first to 'emancipate' them? What 
are they now doing to Germany, Russia, England, America, Africa, 
Australia? Poisoning the brain-cells of the enslaved multitude 
while taking-in-pledge — the plough and the harrow — the millstone 
and the mill. 

Over nations and empires and colonies in vassalage, hangs 
the Idol-sign of the Brazen Crucifix (that cures no ill). Over a world 
in bondage looms the dread shadow of the Three Golden Balls. 



As the stars and the suns and primordial atoms, attract each 
other by odic force, so do handsome women the brave men. The 
nerve cells of splendid feminines and resolute warriors vibrate in 
rhythmic unison. Between them there is a mutual free-masonry, 
that neither 'creed' nor 'culture' has ever been able to eradicate; 
because it is part of the cosmic plan for evolving a higher, and yet 
higher type. 

Womenkind mobilize in battalions-of-beauty, at football 
matches, ball tournaments, aquatic carnivals, and sham battles; just 
as the feminines of 'Auld-lang-syne' gathered at the archery 
sports — the Coliseum combats — the Olympian games, and the 
Neolithic wardances. In their worship of the warrior, Indian 
squaws, lionesses and ball-room bells are in harmonious accord. 

Even in years of peace, (peace may be considered a 
temporary truce — a partial suspension of the struggle for survival) 
civilians in female society are at a heavy discount, when the gold- 
braided naval lieutenant or the 'Captain-in-his-whiskers' is 
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carries all before it sexually, (more especially if there be a man 
inside) just as it does among the head hunters of Borneo, the 
cannibals of the Congo, the redskins of Oklahoma — or the 
gruesome savages of Chicago. 

University professors (priests disguised) and supersanct 
demagogues, may rail in florid prose and honeyed lines of rhyme, 
against 'militarism' and the 'horrors of war,' but they might, much 
more logically, rear-up on their hind legs and bray furiously at the 
belts of Orion; or kick out in silly desperation, at the glancing 
spears of the Northern Lights. Those literary 'luminaries' (whose 
business is to dwarf public opinion) wit spectacles on their noses — 
madness in their cerebrums — congestion in their livers — 
saplessness in their bones — fear in their hearts and pens between 
their snaky fingers, are never enthusiastically 'selected' by virile 
women. When these poor miserable manlings (geniuses they name 
each other) do happen (by some lucky chance), to get a woman, 
they make her life a torment, and scarcely ever leave any progeny 
behind them, for the doom of degeneracy is upon every nerve and 
filament of their bodies. Who ever heard of a lovelorn virgin risking 
her life, or her reputation, to mate herself with a sanctimonious 
creeping-thing, or bespectacled savant? Did you ever look upon a 
great drama wherein the hero did not do a bit of fighting? Prince 
Charming is ever a performer of gallant actions — he conquers 
giants — outwits knaves-slaughters monsters — pulverizes wicked 
enchanters and is an all round perambulating Terror to the 
wicked — that is to say to 'the other fellow.' 

A recent account of the Indian mutiny, states that the first 
outbreak (at Meerut), was precipitated by 'a splendid native girl, 
hung with jasmine garlands' who womanlike, taunted her sepoy 
lover by hissing in his face, when he came to visit her:— "We of 
the Bazaar kiss no cowards." He left her in a rage and went out to 
recklessly precipitate the Insurrection, that ended by the blowing of 
'the defeated' from the mouths of the conqueror's cannon. 

As agents provocateurs women have never been surpassed 
by men. Cornelia trained up her two brilliant sons, with a view to 
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led the Sans-Coullotes of the French Revolution. Queen 
Boadicea led her own army of painted Britons against the, then all- 
conquering Legions of Rome. A female epileptoid (since 
canonized) dressed herself in iron armor, mounted a war-horse, and 
urged her demoralized countrymen — to the forcible expulsion of an 
alien army. In American wars the feminine has also played her part 
with eclat; and she delights (above all other women) in tracing her 
own and her family's pedigree to Revolutionary Soldiers, Pirates, 
Filibusters; and through them to the mail-clad knights and heroes of 
long ago. No Public Library in this Republic is without its complete 
set of Stud-Books, and none are deeper students thereof than — 
women. Instinctively comprehending the determinant power of 
heredity, these students are vaguely endeavoring (in their own 
peculiar way), to solve the renowned Spencerian Synthetic: — 
"Having seen that matter is indestructible, motion continuous, and 
Force persistent— having seen that Forces are everywhere 
undergoing transformation; that motion always follows the line of 
least resistance; is invariably rhythmic; it remains to discover the 
similarly invariable formula, expressing the combined 
:onsequences of the actions, thus separately formulated." 

Herod's wife and daughter, and their secret alliance for 
getting John the Baptizer's head chopped off, must not be 
overlooked; nor the calculated 'brutality' which Jael drove that 
tent-peg into General Sisera's cranium, when he slept. The folk- 
fable of Delilah and Samson is also to the point. In many respects 
women have proved themselves more cruel, avaricious, blood- 
thirsty, and revengeful than men. 

Women are also remarkably good liars. Deception is an 
essential and necessary part of their mental equipment. They are 
inherently deceitful . Men however reckon upon that and discount it 
well in advance. Without deception of some sort, a woman would 
have no defence whatever, against rivals, lovers, or husbands. We 
must not forget that women really hate each other— intensely. 

It is as natural for women to prevaricate, as it is for man to 
resent a blow on the face. It is their weapon. Hence they take up 
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than men. They like to play the hypocrite, and pretend to be 'O so 
holy,' when their secret thoughts are carnal, self-centered and 
materialistic. When women think, they think falsely — when they 
follow their instinct, the do exactly what nature intended them to 
do — limited of course by the inevitable 'man' — 'the brute that he 
is.' 

Women are beautiful animals, delightful companions, 
affectionate mothers, sisters, and wives, kind-hearted friends; but 
they are — born-dissimulators. 

A woman is primarily a reproductive cell-organism, a 
womb structurally embastioned by a protective, defensive, osseous 
network; and surrounded with the antennae, and blood vessels, 
necessary for supplying nutriment to the growing ovum or embryo. 
Sexualism and maternity dominate the lives of all true women. To 
such an extent is this so, that they have little time left (or 
inclination) to 'think' and therefore they've never been fitted out 
ab-initio with reasoning organs. Probably this is what Mahomet 
alluded to, when he sententiously affirmed that "women have no 
soul." (Even in man, the soul is probably a fiction, but in women its 
absence is an absolute certainty). Women are made sexually 
attractive to equilibrate their lesser masculinity. It is man — the 
warrior's — business to supply their wants; and select the best of 
them for his own enjoyment and the propagation of his seed. They 
will not object— except in a giggling, semi-sentimental sort of way, 
because they comprehend their own incapacity for self-mastership, 
and logical business methods. They are never touched with any 
sense of personal responsibility; are mere babies in worldly 
concerns — hysterical, well supplied with tear glands, verbal 
mechanism — but lovable always. Slaves and women are 
notoriously incompetent of self-control — of holding their own in 
'business'— when not inspired and assisted by male friends. They 
are intended by nature to be loved and defended but not to be 
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When their passions are stirred, women have performed 
deeds of heroism (and of terror), that even a man with nerves of 
steei, would hesitate at. They have fought on sea and land, the 
bravest of the brave. They have led armies and ruled empires, and 
been criminals of the darkest dye. Messalina, Agrippina, Amestes, 
Charlotte Corday, Elizabeth of Russia, Jael, Fulvia, Theroigne de 
Mericourt, Jezebel — the Borgias; have all made themselves more 
or less infamous. "Terrible is the rage of the billows — terrorizing is 
the fear of poverty, but more terrorizing than all things is the hate 
of a woman." (Euripides). Pseudo scientists have lately 
investigated 'The Female Offender' with anthropocentric accuracy, 
but their methods are puerile and unsatisfactory. Their very 'first 
principle' is false. They begin by assuming that the 'criminal type' 
is to be found in goals — a most superficial and unscientific 
assumption. Only criminals who fail are found there; and by far the 
largest proportion of them do not fail. Naturally enough, successful 
criminals have not been 'investigated' by Messrs. Ferreri, 
Lombroso, Havelock, Ellis, et. al. That being so, their sagest 
conclusions are vitiated. Indeed it is an accepted truism among 
criminals and police that 'only the fools are caught.' Many of out- 
most eminent men in law and medicine, science, religion and 
statesmanship, are criminals — criminals of the most atrocious 
description. The difference between the man who rules in the 
Castle, and the other man who is chained in the castle-dungeon, is 
the difference between success and failure. There is a strong 
affinity between the criminal and the conqueror. If Washington for 
example, had failed, he would (most probably) have been hunted- 
down, and hung as an outlaw and traitor. However he 'won' by 
force, and consequently became a mighty potentate. King David 
was a sheep-stealer and blackmailer, until he triumphed. Then he 
became 'a man after God's own heart.' William the Norman was 
also a criminal, and fifty per cent of his invading army were exiled 
outlaws; but by conquest he became king of England, and his 
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Hence the Spencerian dictum: — "The sole truth that 
transcends experience, by underlying it, is the Persistence of Force. 
This being the basis of experience, must be the basis of any 
scientific organization of experiences. To this an ultimate analysis 
brings us down; and on this a rational synthesis must be built up." 
Criminals and statesmen are visible embodiments of the 
Persistence of Force? Now that being so; scientists should define, 
unmistakably, what they mean by 'crime,' before commencing to 
elaborately tabulate 'the criminal type.' 

But whether a criminal is successful or not, he seems to 
have a peculiar fascination for women. He who 'risks his life to 
advance his fortunes' may reckon beforehand upon unlimited 
feminine approval. If he succeeds and becomes a millionaire, a 
chancellor, a president, or a king; he has only to 'hold up his hand' 
to be literally 'rushed' by the handsomest feminines in the land; and 
even if he fails bravely, women will gather in shoals to visit him in 
gaol, besieging him with bouquets and proposals of marriage, even 
at the gallows. In Michigan a law has lately been enacted, to 
prohibit female adorers, from sending flowers to condemned 
murderers, burglars, and bank wreckers. Lombroso says 
somewhere that 'good and passionate women have a fatal 
propensity to love bad men,' but with characteristic want of the 
logical faculty, he abstains enthusiastically, from defining 'good' 
and 'bad.' 

Belle Starre, the border bandit (who died in a fight with 
State troops) was the daughter of a guerrilla chief. She selected her 
numerous husbands from the bravest dare-devils in her band, and 
on the slightest sign of cowardice, they were discarded. "I do love 
a fellow who shows grit," was a common expression of hers. 

A printed catalogue of the sanguinary duels, that have been 
fought through jealousy, would not be less than fifty miles thick. 
(The mythical Cain and Abel are supposed to have quarreled over 
some ante-diluvian young woman's charms; and she must have 
married Cain.) If the duels between the animals, plants, birds, 
fishes, germs, and infusorians, for possession of the female, were 
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the first volume. Women like to be able to say that two men have 
fought over them. All female animals display similar peculiarity. 

Bushrangers, freebooters, rebels, pirates, have never lacked 
for love romances. Plays and novels by the thousand have been 
written upon their escapades, and are always perennially popular. 
From the Arabian Nights down to Mane Correli and Ouida, it is one 
long rhythmic lilt of 'Love and Women and War.' Women authors 
are specially prone to glorify in their heroes, beau ty-of- form, 
daring, hardihood, and resolution. 

Jesse James and his reckless band of outlaws, also had their 
famous love adventures. The mother of the James boys had her arm 
torn off by the explosion of a detective's bomb, thrown through her 
bedroom window, in the darkness of the night. 

The memory of 'Brennan on the Moor,' (and his dashing 
inamorata, who "handed him a blunderbuss from under her cloak"), 
is still as green as the hillsides of Innisfail. Like Mahomet, Tell, 
William Wallace, Caesar, and Napoleon, this famous outlaw's 
popularity rested on — a suggestive economic fact: — 

"He never robbed a poor man, 
Upon the king's highway; 
But what he'd taken from the rich, 
He gave unto the poor; 
So bold and undaunted, 
Was Brennan on the moor." 

Though not cast in the American mould, Mr. Brennan was 
somewhat of a 'practical statesman.' Decidedly! 

According to Inspector Schaak's very cleverly written 
pamphlet; each of the Chicago bomb-throwers had his own 
romance. An heiress supplied money for the defence of one, whom 
she proposed to marry; but the most daring and logical of them all 
(when defeated) 'fell upon his sword,' like unto Brutus and Cato 
and Saul. That is to say, he blew his head off with explosives 
brought to him by his lady-love. It is also noteworthy that he was 
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to do with the magnitude of his concept. In se magna ruunt. 

Another of these slave-betrayed, mob-abandoned 
enthusiasts was the brother of an American General, and seems to 
have led a wandering adventurous life; finally falling 'head-over- 
heels' in love with a Southern quadroon; who still zealously fans 
the embers of her dead husband's agitation (limited of course by 
police censorship.) Whenever she rises to speak in this city, she is 
surrounded by stenographic-mouchards and by armed officers of 
the 'Law' in picturesque uniforms. 

By direct command of the People, two of those men were 
choked to death and two others had their necks neatly broken; amid 
reverberating shouts of worldwide approbation. Their 'Power' was 
not equal to their 'Logic,' and consequently they were snuff ed-out 
in strict accordance with the Law of the survival-of-the-fittest. 
"They who make half-revolutions dig their own graves" is an old 
Cromwellian proverb, that they had evidently failed to properly 
consider. 

Thus the vibrations of Matter and Motion are to be seen in 
all social phenomena; and Regal Authority is upheld by the 
combined strength of arm and brain, that gave it birth. "Man, like 
every other animal must remain subject to a severe struggle." 
(Darwin) 

Love in sexual relationship, Power in social adjustments, 
Polarity and Magnetism in physics, Gravitation in astronomy, and 
Might in ethics, are exact synonyms; — correlated phases of one 
primary Assertive— 'the Persistence of Force.' Se Nu San— So 
Na. The Sultan of Turkey has been melodramatically described by 
W. E. Gladstone, that 'Grand Old Spider,' as— "the Assassin of the 
Century," and yet the women of the East, (even those of Armenia), 
would claw each others eyes out, for half a chance to enter his 
harem. 

Dr. Jamieson, the South African freebooter, and his chief, 
Cecil Rhodes, though unmercifully abused and denounced as 
wicked criminals, are continuously being deluged with written 
proposals of marriage from heiresses on both sides of the Atlantic. 
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of the finest agricultural and pastoral land in Africa, together with 
gold mines, silver mines, copper mines, diamond mines, also, vast 
herds of sheep and cattle. 

They carried fire and sword into the strongholds of their 
enemies — shot 'gods' with riffle-bullets — cut the throats of priestly 
sorcerers in scores — shed the blood of 'adversaries' like water; and 
reduced the defeated Kaffirs to a respectful condition of 
'constitutional freedom.' There is no cant and hypocrisy about 
Cecil Rhodes!— None! He is a man made whole — blunt as 
Napoleon or Bismark. He is (in his own sphere) of the Caesar, 
Cromwell, Darwinian stock. Believing implicity in the survival of 
the fittest, he is the despair of the priestling and the terror of the 
politician. He laughs at their parchment Laws and shrieking 
Editorials— he rides rough-shod over their Golden Rules — he 
scorns their Sermons on the Mount— he spits upon their Tabulated 
'Commandments.' He takes what he wants, if he has the Power- 
not otherwise. He does not beg — he does not pray — he does not 
'steal.' No! — he goes direct for what he wants and 'annexes' it, if 
he can. Nor does he weep crocodile tears, over the 'enslavement' of 
races that Nature manifestly stamped with inferiority. In days long 
gone by, such men were the norms of Anglo-Saxondom. Now! 
Alas! Alas! they are astounding exceptions. 

If this Republic had produced one Cecil Rhodes forty years 
ago, the Civil War (provoked by idiotic emotionalism) would never 
have been fought. (Civil wars are necessary when a country is 
overstocked, but these States were not over populated in 1862). 
Instead of 'Sounding the Jubilee' for plantation 'niggers,' he would 
have Sounded it for his own Race; by sending Grants and 
Shermans, not to plunder and devastate the Shenandoah valley and 
the home of Washington, but to seize, conquer, and re-colonize. 
South and Central America, from El Paso to Cape Horn. 



Among our Norse and Germanic forefathers, it was 
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the mother of a weakling, or a laggard in war. Only for the debasing 
influence of priestcraft that would be felt by modern women — of 
all grades. Roman matrons have died of broken hearts and even 
drowned themselves in shame, at the poltroonery displayed by a 
son. If past generations had to depend on the sweet girly-girly 
fragile young thing of to-day — or the lean 'lady graduate' for its 
reproductive Ova, we would long ago have became a swarm of 
ring-tailed baboons. Poor things, they also feel their artificiality — 
feel it in their hearts; when they look upon the spindle-shanked, 
mutilated males (scarecrows of men) that they are expected to 
'love, honor, and obey.' 

Over intellectualism (bad enough in man) transfigures 
women into freaks. The more Animal Nature a maiden possesses; 
the more of a true woman she is — the better wife and mother she 
will make. Culture and refinement are horrible substitutes, for the 
grand old matronly virtues — beauty, naturalness, purity, maidenly 
hypnotism. Intellectualism renders more sensitive. Sensitive 
persons are very excitable, timid, and liable to disease. Over 
cultivation of the brain-cells undoubtedly produces (in both sexes) 
physical decay and leads on towards insanity. 

Women's noblest occupation is not merely to read 
erotic novels, pound the fiddle, waltz divinely, or fry steak and 
onions, but to breed men, to raise up a race of unsubduable 
fighters — fighters for their own hand. Her vilest occupation is to 
duplicate anaemic poltroons, creeping Judases, laborious jackasses. 
Therefore if she desires her sons to be brave, bold, and successful 
in the battle of life, she should see to it that her husband is not a 
coward or slave; and men ought also 'ware of marrying slave- 
minded women. This point is simply set forth in the Saga of Olaf 
Trygwason. Earl Rognwald had a degenerate son, who returned 
from a Viking-cruise without bringing any plunder. This was 
considered a shameful disgrace by the family. Earl Rognwald 
remarked: "my son is not like my forefathers." So he fitted the 
young man afresh, saying to him:— "I shall be pleased if you come 
not again; but I have little hope that you will ever be an honor to 
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moderns ever improved on that thought? 

There is nothing particularly inviting about barren, 
dyspeptic, blue-stocking 'New Women,' in pants and spectacles; 
talking idiotic snuffle through their noses; with busts made of 
adjustable india-rubber; with narrow or padded hips, and 'wheels 
between their legs,' scorching across the curbstones like mad. 
When such women are 'captured' what good are they? They won't 
even breed; or if they do so (by accident) their puny embryos, have 
to be delicately nurtured into life with steam-heated incubator- 
mechanism and afterwards fed and weaned on 'the bottle.' The 
sons of such women — bottle fed abortions — of what good are they? 
It is women of this kind (unnatural monsters they are) that 
cause so much domestic unhappiness. They have been 'educated' 
along false lines, filled with bookish artificialism, and thereafter 
when called upon to take up their maternal duty, they are organic 
incapables. Hence the divorce court scandals — the fruit of 
wholesale degeneracy — encouraged by State interference with 
domestic affairs. 

"Our times, in sin prolific, first 

The marriage bed with taint have cursed, 

And family and home — 

This is the fountain head of all, 

The sorrows and the ills that fall — 

On Romans and on Rome."— (Horace) 

Gradually the curse of 'Law' invades the privacy of every 
home. It encourages emotional feminines to defy husbands, and 
Deify an irresponsible Authority. In other words it deliberately 
promotes unfaithfulness and unlimited free-love. It undermines the 
husband's Control, but at what a dreadful cost? With the 
'equalization' of women comes wholesale panmixia — scientific 
concubinage, State-regulated polyandry, and the poisoning of all 
inter- family intercourse. When average women find in Statute Law 
a 'deliverer' and a 'champion' more powerful than their husbands 
and brothers, they become both unfaithful and profligate — 
especially if 'well educated.' Then it cometh to pass (as in all ages 



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of connubial decadence) "no man knoweth his own father." Is not 
that the practical tendency of the times? Again, is that 'tendency' 
itself not the horrible result of State-Paternalism — of Majority-Box 
dictation — of Statecraft and Priestcraft? The Church lives by the 
functional emotionalism of women. Thus the Individual wanes and 
the State grows more and more. In Natural society, every woman's 
husband is to her, both priest and king. When the baleful shadow of 
politics and preacherisms, looms over the marriage bed, dreadful 
days are at hand. 

Purity of blood has played, and is yet to play, a leading role 
in the drama of racial evolution. Races held in bondage are 
necessarily mongrelized, degraded, 'equalized.' Homeliness is one 
result of bad breeding. 

When a higher type allies itself by marriage with a lower, it 
paves the way for its own ultimate degeneracy. When Spartans and 
Athenians mixed themselves with imported Asiatic and Egyptian 
slaves, their downfall was foretold; and when 'Equality' became 
the motto of Christian Italy; Latins, Asiatics, and Negroes 
miscegenated, evolving the modern 'Dago' — who slaves for the 
descendants of the men his ancestors conquered. What a fall? 
Modern Greeks and Italians, with their dark complexions, curly 
hair and sensual lips, show distinct traces of the Negro and Asiatic 
blood, that (with the emancipation of the Servi) was poured into 
their forefathers' veins. Hence their failure in the struggle for 
mastery. Hence their conquest by Goth, Mongol, Teuton, Turk, and 
Slav. A friend of Winwoode Reade's, tells a tale full of meaning. As 
an African explorer, he once came across a native tribe (the Joloffs) 
remarkable for their comparative fine appearance. He asked one of 
them, "how is it that everyone whom I meet here is good looking, 
not only your men but your women?" "That is easily explained, 
(was the reply) it has always been our custom to pick out our worst 
looking ones, and sell them for slaves." 

Hybridism, south of Mason and Dixon's line, smoothed the 
way for the Lincoln invasion of '62 and even in the Northern States 
(if the present olla-podrida intermixture, with inferior breeds, is not 
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predicted. Our race cannot hope to maintain its predominance, if it 
goes on diluting its blood with Chinamen, Negroes, Japanese, or 
debased Europeans. Panmixia means both death and slavery. 
Throughout South and Central America, human mongrelism is 
rampant; (a half breed is president of Mexico). The Latin race is 
hopelessly effete in both the old world and the new. Nations, like 
horses, are bred to win. 

"Can you reverse rules that stupid farmers heed, 
And mend the higher by the coarser breed?" 

Tremendous indeed is the occult influence of sex-love upon 
the evolution of organic life. Love and glory, fidelity, emulation, 
resolution, beauty, strength, and courage are directly inspired by 
sex-passions. In ballad and legend they are ever inextricably 
intertwined. "None but the brave deserve the fair" — "Faint heart 
never won fair lady' and 'all is fair in love and war," are age-worn 
proverbs. 

Nature is saturated through and through, with the chemic 
potency of strife and sexualism. All the world is male and female. 
The saint is the only hermaphrodite. Sexual desire inspires the male 
with nobility of bearing; and the female with instincts of 
motherhood, devotedness, and song. The roar of the lion as he 
tosses is tawny mane, by the forest water-hole — the neigh of the 
high-mettled stallion, as he rears at the halter, or leaps the slip- 
rail— the deep challenging bellow of the shaggy bull, as he tears up 
the grass with his stamping hoofs — the nightingale pouring 
piercingly into the azure vault, its magical thrill — man decked in 
his shining regimentals, marching forth to victory or death, with 
drum-beat and bugle-song; all bear direct testimony to the sublime, 
beneficent, and all pervading Mesmerism of Force. 

Military renown is now, and ever has been, the virtue of the 
mightiest animals. Self-abnegation is the thesis of the slave. 
Christlingism is functional derangement of the nerve centres — a 
madness — a disease. 

A rational Redeemer has never yet been known to 
materialize, in the guise of a feeble mendicant — and humble 



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petitioner; but rather the form of a mighty man-hunter, a destroyer 
of tribal ravagers — a man who saith to his disciples "come on!" not 
"go forth!" The Emancipator is heard of at first, with secret delight, 
and some misgivings; but afterwards when better understood; he 
comes on a war-horse with steel by his side; amid the roll of 
saluting cannon, the throb of triumphal drums, the fierce blare of 
twisted-bugles, and the ringing huzzas of the People he has 
enriched by the exploitation of their foes — for all-the-world loves 
a fighter; especially its sisters, its cousins, and its aunts. Liberators 
never arrive from circumcised Jewry, wearing halos, briar crowns, 
uttering shrieks of agonized despair; nor do they "ride on a colt the 
foal of an ass," through the streets of Zion. No! No! — that is the 
ideal of— dastards and dotards. 

In spite of all the century-old emasculating creeds, and 
debasing copy-book commercialisms; the inbred popular 
conception of a Mighty Man is still a Sworded Warrior— a king of 
men — a ruthless sweeper-away of blackmailers, usurers, priests 
and usurpers. 

"Who shall be nearest, noblest, and dearest, named with all 
honor and pride evermore? He the undaunted, whose banner is 
planted on Power's high ramparts, and battlements hoar. Fearless of 
danger, to falsehood a stranger; looking not back, when there's 
danger before. He shall be nearest, he shall be dearest; he shall be 
first in our hearts evermore." 

A Virginian love song expresses this grand old sentiment in 
its sexual form: — "Rather would I view thee dying, on the last red- 
field of strife; 'mid my counties heroes dying, than become— a 
dastard's wife." 

John Ruskin, (in an oft quoted passage), decidedly caught a 
passing glimpse of the surging logic that lurks in armed conflicts: — 
"War is the foundation of all the high virtues and faculties of men. 
It is very strange for me to discover this, but I saw it to be quite an 
undeniable fact. The common notion that peace and the virtues of 
civil life flourished together, I found to be wholly untenable. Peace 
and the vices of civil-life flourish together." Decadence and Peace 
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Next to the belted sword-swinger and the sturdy well-to-do 
athlete; the successful money-making 'man of affairs' is especially 
attractive to the average female mind. He also (in a lesser degree) 
is a resolute professional fighter— a scalp-hunter— his scalps being 
title-deeds to land, farm-mortgages, bank credits, consols, shares 
and bonds. (Consols, shares, and bonds, represent sub-divided 
proportions of the battle-booty). He also, climbs to success over his 
prostrate rivals — for there is no other road. Success and money 
come to him only, when he has outwitted his rivals, and finally 
triumphed in the ruthless rough-and-tumble of daily, hourly 
conflict. The 'Business Man' is a conqueror of the most merciless, 
stony-hearted, and cruel kind; but we must not blame him for that. 
If he displays a particle of human sympathy, with the multitudinous 
victims of his business methods, he is immediately out-generaled, 
bankrupted, ruined by rivals, with more iron in their strategy — 
more hardness in their hearts. A kind-hearted man is always a 
failure in 'business,' and he is always a failure in 'war.' War means 
thorough-going smashing-up of your opponent, so that he may be 
prevented from smashing you up; and it is 'ditto, ditto, ditto,' in all 
the parallel phases of Commerce and Trade. 

With 'money in his purse' the successful business man is 
able to support a family, and rear up his children in an environment 
of comparative freedom, and women are sharp to perceive this. In 
such matters the female mind is preternaturally acute. Except in 
sexual matters a woman has no more brains than a cock-sparrow — 
but in questions of marriage and love, she is an expert. Other things 
being equal, women prefer a rich-man to a poor-man for a 
husband — and they are scientifically justified. He who is without 
wealth amidst unlimited quantities of it, is either a coward, a born 
slave, or a lunatic; and no self-respecting woman should marry 
such an imbecile. 

The resolute and brave, never 'hunger' to the grave; 
The gallant and the bold, never lack for — gold. 



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With the possession of an 'independence,' a man is free to 
materialize his ideals; and if he is 'well born' it is impossible for his 
ideals to partake of the ignoble. 

Gold is a fierce resolvent. It is the sublimated extract of 
Victory. It is the property — the booty — of the Strong. "Whoever 
has sixpence (writes Carlyle) is sovereign over all men to the extent 
of that sixpence; he commands cooks to feed him, philosophers to 
teach him, Kings to mount guard over him — to the extent of that 
sixpence." Therefore, all men who would obtain freedom must 
obtain wealth 'by hook or by crook,' or as R. L. Stevenson rhymes 
it: — "You also scan your life horizon, for all that you can clap your 
eyes on." 

To become the child-bearer of a mere hireling, a day 
drudge, is the last resort of a sensible feminine. 

Dowerless women never regard a poor lover with 
enthusiastic favour; except in conventional romances. Without 
being capable of logical reasoning, yet women intuitively 
comprehend that 'there is oft a lack of courage in the race of 
bondmen.' If a man possesses wealth (no matter how obtained) he 
can pick and choose among the most delightful darlings in the land; 
nay, he can buy them (if he wants to) — by the carload. Behind all 
the hypocritic veneer of piety and fashion; women of all ranks ar< 
still a marketable commodity. Whenever the supply exceeds th< 
demand, they are straightway transmuted into magdalenes 
concubines, slaves, (or 'new women'). When few in number (as h 
young colonies) they possess a certain proportion of selective 
influence, but when for every eligible man, there is a score of 
eligible women, their market value dwindles, and instead oi 
'selecting,' they become 'the selected' or as Darwin puts it:— "The 
sexual struggle is of two kinds. In the one it is between the 
individuals of the same sex, generally the males, in order to drive 
away or kill their rivals, the females remaining passive; while on 
the other, the struggle is likewise between the individuals of the 
same sex, generally the females, which no longer remain passive, 
but select the more agreeable partners." (Vide "Descent of Man") 

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would possess Property and Power. Consequently (in accordance 
with the instincts of sex-attraction), they would also obtain 
possession and impregnate, the best and handsomest feminines; 
leaving the ovum-bearing residue to be fertilized by the less 
vigorous males. In an unnatural system of Society (such as the 
fiendish socialistic scheme, amidst which we now retrograde) 
weaklings, dotards, and semi-madmen are deliberately permitted to 
retain Property Privileges; that they are manifestly unable to 
defend, if put to the test. The 'Law' defends the Unfit. 
Consequently opulent weaklings preponderate in the selection and 
retention of the finest females. Resultantly the children of such 
unnatural unions seldom reach even average perfection. More often 
than otherwise they are a shame and malison to their kindred. "The 
sons of vicious and very corrupt men," wrote Plutarch ages ago, 
"reproduce the very nature of their parents." 

This nation literally swarms with vile semi-idiotic 
mannikins (leprous wretches, damned in the womb) whose 
presence among us, is a standing menace to all things truly Great 
and Noble. It is not by breeding meeklings and stunned profligates, 
that nobility of national character is evolved. Why should diseased 
and ignoble animals (rich and poor) be encouraged to populate 
luxurious wigwams, with fragile, anasmic, bottle-fed, scrofulous 
dwarfs; when nature demands their wholesale segregation — by the 
edge of the sword? 

Dr. Heycraft suggests that Society should socialistically 
segregate the Unfit, but that is manifestly out of the question, 
inasmuch as Society is incompetent and to provide a testing 
standard, sufficiently absolute and accurate, to decide satisfactorily 
who are and are not the 'Unfit.' Nature however has provided that 
standard, and it is unending conflict between rival interests; with 
women, power, and property as the contestants' final prize. The 
surest, fairest, and most scientific method of re-distributing 
monopolized plunder, and accumulated — privilege is unlimited 
struggle. 

Let the Best Man win! Is that not the Logic of events of 
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Why should Anglo-Saxondom doltishly stand guard over 
the copulations of opulent decadents, and shoals of creeping 
unwarlike proletarians? "Nor is anyone so careless (writes Charles 
Darwin) as to breed from his worst animals. Even savages, when 
compelled from extreme want, to kill some of their animals, would 
destroy the worst and preserve the best!' 



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The Fit are not the individuals who merely inherit stolen 
property; or obtain peaceful possession thereof by subterraneanism; 
but those who deliberately, and openly proprietorise themselves. If 
taboos were not so insanely reverenced, proprietors who are 
incapables would be unceremoniously pushed aside (most 
probably) to make room for better men. 

If those 'in possession' victoriously prove their capacity, 
then their prerogatives cannot be abrogated or abridged; but should 
they fail, then their vanquishers — presumably better men — are 
biologically justified in dispossessing them. "Let the best man win" 
is an assertive, at once popular, scientific and suggestive. The 
mastership of the Ablest Man is exactly what science and 
circumstances demand. In Nature an organism's right is 
commensurate with its mentality and physique. In the realm of 
Cosmic Law the only Statute of Limitations is superior Power. 

A-Priori 'rights' are as non-existent as the gods, ghosts, 
and moral taboos of the pontiffs and pastors. Therefore the police- 
officer's club (being in harmony with the dynamic necessities of 
matter and motion) is part and parcel of the Divine Order. So are 
clubs in general. — Men shall ring around each other, in a fierce 
unending strife; each shall strive to 'beat' his brother, wile for wile, 
and life for life. 

If legislative injunctions, and other bogey contrivances 
were wholly disregarded; then the Strongest and the Boldest 
(therefore the Wisest) would be fertilizing the pick of the best 
damsels per marriage, transmit their own right-royal qualities to 
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males would of necessity pair-off with second-rate females. This by 
cumulative atavism, and interbreeding of underlings, would 
gradually tend to eliminate, subjugate, and efface the seed of the 
servile-minded — the superstitious and the over intellectualized. 

Hereditary virtues can only be maintained, by keeping them 
in constant use. Hence the biological necessity of unmerciful 
struggles between individuals and groups of individuals. As with 
muscles and organs of the body, so human aptitudes are developed 
by use and attenuated by non-use. Nearly all the masterful qualities, 
mental and physical, that have ever distinguished the elite of 
mankind, have originated in conflict. 

Racial rottenness (the conjoint result of holy hydrophobia 
and State-regulated hybridism) can only be eliminated by an 
intelligent application to the breeding of human beings — of the 
principles of natural selection, conjoined with conscious rejection, 
culminating from time to time in deadly conflicts. War is the most 
important phase of racial, sex, and tribal evolution. 

One panic-stricken coward may cause the loss of a battle — 
and the loss of one battle may decide for ages (perhaps for ever), 
the fate of a Race. Hence the necessity of breeding men who are 
fighters — fighters in their heart. Hence also the need of training 
them, from boyhood up, to conquer and overthrow their oppressors 
and personal enemies — at any cost — at any peril. By no known 
alchemy can a race of warriors and freemen be evoluted out of a 
'flock of bleating, baaing, lapping lambs, suckled on teats of priest- 
rid dams.' 

"The qualities which have enabled the Teutonic races to 
play their wonderful part in the history of Europe, are well 
displayed in the valiant sons of Tancred, of Hautonville — William 
Iron Arm — Robert Guiscard— Roger, and the rest; who carved out 
kingdoms for themselves in Apulia and Sicily. They were a 
vigorous race, large of limb, stout of heart, tenacious of will; with 
abundant physical energy, taking their pleasures in drinking and 
hunting. They had broad shoulders, fair hair, blue eyes; as we see 
in Anna Conmenia's portrait of the son of Robert Guiscard, 
Bohmend, Prince of Tatentum, who was 'a cubit taller than the 



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tallest man; . . . with blue eyes, his cheeks tinted with golden red." 
(Taylor's Origin Aryan Race) 



All hireling labor is corroding, corrupting, degrading, 
devilish. Cursed is the brow that sweats— for hire, and the back that 
bends to a master's burden. Calloused hands imply calloused 
minds. 'Virtue in bondage,' what an insane paradox? 

There is something mutilated about men who exert the 
strength of their body or mind, for the enrichment of Taskmasters , 
and women are not slow to perceive it. Women are never deluded 
with the maniac philosophy that "Jack is as good as his master." 
Indian squaws have no admiration for the 'brave' who has never 
taken a scalp; and white women have even less for the 'bearded 
man,' who — amidst gold and silver by the ton — lives hand to 
mouth, like a mangy cur. 

The bolder and more aggressive men are, the more women 
of all classes admire them — and vice versa. Thus the surging ebb 
and flow of attraction and of gravitation is ever directed towards — 
the impregnation of the Fair — by the Strong. How glorious beneath 
the sun is the union of the Beautiful and the Brave? 

Soiled hands (is soiled for market hire or the payment of 
tribute) imply a soiled manhood — a biological organism of 'low 
degree.' Labor performed for ones-self is passable — when 
performed for others, it is utterly debasing — ruinous to brain and 
body. 

From the beginning of time, the defeated classes have ever 
been the laboring classes — the tenants — the vassals — the sans- 
cullotes; and the conquerors (their heirs or assigns) have always 
provided (or hired) the priests, generals, taskmasters, and rulers. 
This is as true of the United States (a European colony) as it was of 
Thebes, Troy, Babylon, Persia, Carthage, Rome. 



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Be as a Uon in the Path! 

Hate for hate — 

and ruth for ruth, 

Eye for eye— 

and tooth for tooth. 

Scorn for scorn — 

and smile for smile, 

Love for love— 

and guile for guile. 

War for war— 

and woe for woe, 

Blood for blood— 

and blow for blow.